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Mr. William Shakespeare, his comedies, histories, and tragedies (Volume 7)

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Sur. He was brought to this
By a vain prophecy of Nicholas Hopkins.

Kin. What was that Hopkins ?

Sur. Sir, a Cbartreux friar,
His confeflbr; who fed him every minute
With words of fovereignty.

Kin. How know'ft thou this ?

Sur. Not long before your highnefs fped to France,
The duke being at the rose, within the parifh



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Saint Lawrence Poultney, did of me demand"

What was the fpeech among the Londoners

Concerning the French journey : I reply'd,

Men fear'd, 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, fays he,

Hath fent to me, ivijhing me to permit

John de- la-Car, my chaplain, a choice hour

To hear from him a matter ofjome moment :

Whom after undtr the confeffion' 's feal

tie Jolemnly hadf<worn, that, ivhat he fpoke y

My chaplain to ns creature living, but

To me, Jhould utter, 'with demure confidence

This pausingly en/u'd, Neither the king, nor his heirs,

Tell you the duke, Jhall pro/per : bid him ft rive

To gain the love o'the commonalty ; the duke

Shall govern England.

Que. If I know you well,

You were the duke's furveyor, and loft your office
On the complaint o'the tenants : Take good heed,
You charge not in your fpleen a noble perfon,
And fpoil your nobler foul; I fay, take heed;
Yes, heartily befeech you.

Kin. Let him on : _
Go forward.

8nr. On my foul, I'll fpeak but truth.
I told my lord the duke, By the devil's illusions
The monk might be deceiv'd ; and that 'twas dangerous
To ruminate on this fo far, until [for him

It forg'd him fome defign, which, being believ'd,

4 fearc '* Conamiffions 3 For this



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It was much like to do : He anfwer'd, Tujh-f
It can do me no damage: adding further,
That, had the king in his laft ficknefs fail'd,
The cardinal's and fir Thomas Lovel's heads
Should have gone off.

Kin. Ha what, fo rank ? Ah> ha !
There's mifchief in this man : Can'ft thou fay further?

Sur. I can, my liege.

Kin. Proceed.

Sur. Being at Greenwich^
After your highnefs had reprov'd the duke
About fir William B lamer,

Kin. I remember

Of fuch a time; e being my fvvorn fervant,
The duke retain'd him his. _ But on ; What hence ?

Sur. If, quoth he, I for this had been committed,
To the tower, as I thought, I 'would have play'd
The part my father meant to aft upon
The usurper Richard : 'who, being at Salisbury,
Made fuit to come in his pretence ; 'which if granted^
As he made j'emblance of his duty, would
Have put his knife into him.

Kin. A giant traitor !

WQL . Now, madam, may his highnefs live in freedom,
And this man out of prison?

%ue. God mend all ! [What fay'ft ?

Kin. There's fomething more would out of thee ;

Sur. After the duke his father, with the knife,
He ftretch'd him, and, with one hand on his dagger,
Another fpread on his breaft, mounting his eyes,
He did difcharge a horrible oath ; whose tenor
Was, Were he evil us'd, he would out-go

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His father, by as much as a performance
Does an irresolute purpose.
Kin, There's his period,
To (heath his knife in us. He is attach'd ;
Call him to present trial : if he may
Find mercy in the law, 'tis his; if none,
Let him not feek't of us: By day and night,
He's traitor to the height. [Exeunt.

SCENE III. Anti-room in the Palace.
Enter the Lord Chamberlain, and Lord SANDS.

Cba. Is't poflible, the fpells of France mould juggle
Men into fuch ftrange mylteries ?

SJN. New cuftoms,
Though they be never fo ridiculous,
Nay, let 'em be unmanly, yet are follow'd.

Cha. As far as I fee, all the good, our Englijb
Have got by the late voyage, is but meerly
A fit or two o'the face ; but they are ftirew'd ones ;
For, when they hold 'em, you would fwear diredtly,
Their very noses had been counfellors
To Pepin, or Clotbarius, they keep ftate fo. [take it,

SJN. They have all new legs, and lameones; one would
That never faw them pace before, the fpavin
And fpring-halt reign'd among 'em.

Cba. Death ! my lord,
Their cloaths are after fuch a pagan cut too,
That, fure, they have worn out chriftendom. _ How now ?

Enter Sir Thomas LOVE L .
What news, fir 'Jbomas Lovel ?

Lov. 'Faith, my lord,
I hear of none, but the new proclamation

*4 fee 'em *S A Spring- *7 too't



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That's clap'd upon the court gate.

Cha. What is't for?

Lor. The reformation of our travel'd gallants,
That fill the court with quarrels, talk, and tailors.

Cha. I am glad, 'tis there ; now I would pray our mon-
To think an Engli/b courtier may be wise, [fieurs

And never fee the Louvre.

Lor. They muft either

(For fo run the conditions) leave those remnants
Of fool, and feather, that they got in France,
With all their honourable points of ignorance
Pertaining thereunto, (as fights, and fire-works ;
Abusing better men than they can be,
Out of a foreign wisdom) renouncing clean
The faith they have in tennis, and tall ftockings,
Short bolfter'd breeches, and those types of travel,
And underftand again like honeft men ;
Or pack to their old play-fellows: there, I take it,
They may, cum privilegio, wear away
The lag end of their lewdnefs, and be laugh'd at.

SJN. 'Tis time to give 'em physick, their diseases
Are grown fo catching.

Cha. What a lofs our ladies
Will have of these trim vanities !

Lov. Ay, marry,

There will be woe indeed, lords: the fly whorfons
Have got a fpeeding trick to lay down ladies ;
A French fong, and a fiddle, has no fellow.

SAN. The devil fiddle 'em ! I am glad, they're going;
(For, fure, there's no converting of 'em) now
An honeft country lord, as I am, beaten
A long time out of play, may bring his plain-fong,

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And have an hour of hearing ; and, by'r-lady,
Held current musick too.

Cba. Well faid, lord Sandi\
Your colt's tooth is not caft yet.

SAK. No, my lord ;
Nor fhall not, while I have a ftump.

Cha. Sir Thomaj,
Whither were you a going ?

Lor. To the cardinal's ;
Your lord (hip is a gueft too.

Cba. O, 'tis true :

This night he makes a fupper, and a great one,
To many lords and ladies; there will be
The beauty of this kingdom, I'll affaire you. [deed,

Lov. That churchman bears a bounteous mind in~
A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us ;
His dews fall every where.

Cba. No doubt, he's noble ;
He had a black mouth, that faid other of him.

Sjtr. He may, my lord, he has where-withal ; in him,
Sparing would fhew a worfe fin than ill doftrine :
Men of his way fhould be moft liberal,
They are fet here for examples.

Cba. True, they are fo ;

But few now give fo great ones. My barge ftays;
Your lordfhip (hall along: _ Come, good fir Thomas,
We (hall be late elfe; which I would not be,
For I was fpoke to, with fir Henry Guil/brd,
This night to be comptrollers.

SjtN. 1 am your Jordfhip's. [Exeunt.

SCENE IV.



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Mujici. Banquet fet out : Table under a State

for the Cardinal. Enter a great Company of 'Lords,

Ladies, &c. and ANNE BULLEN : to them,

Sir Henry GUILFORD.

GUI. 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 firft-good company, good wine, good welcome,
Can make good people. O, my lord, you're tardy;
Enter Lord Chamberlain, Lord SANDS,

and Sir Thomas LOVEL.
The very thought of this fair company
Clap'd wings to me.

Cka. You are young, fir Harry GuilforJ.

SJN. Sir Thomas Love/, had the cardinal
But half my lay-thoughts in him, fome of these
Should find a running banquet ere they refted,
I think, would better please 'em : by my life,
They are a fvveet fociety of fair ones.

Lo v. O, that your lord(hip were but now confeflbr
To one or two of these !

Sjif. I would, I were;
They fhould find easy penance.

Lor. 'Faith, how easy ?

SAN. As easy as a down bed would afford it.

Cha. Sweet ladies, will it please you fit: Sir Harry *

Place you that fide, I'll take the charge of this;
His grace is entring._Nay, you mult not freeze;
Two women plac'd together makes cold weather : _
My lord Sandt, you are one will keep 'em waking,

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Pray, fit between these ladies.

SJN. By my faith.

And thank your lordlhip. __ By your leave, fweet ladies :
[Jeating bimj elf between Anne Bullen, and another Lady.
Jf I chance to talk a little wild, forgive me ;
I had it from my father.

dun. Was he mad, fir?

SJN. O, very mad, exceeding mad, in love too:
But he would bite none ; juft as I do ~[~ now,
He would kifs you twenty with a breath.

Cha. Well faid, my lord. _

So, now you're fairly feated: Gentlemen,

The penance lies on you, if these fair ladies
Pafs away frowning.

SJN. For my little cure,
Let me alone.

Fkurijh. Enter Wo L s E Y , attended;
and takes his State.

WOL. You're welcome, my fair guefts; that noble lady,
Or gentleman, that is not freely merry,
]s not my friend : This, to confirm my welcome ;
And to you all good health. [drinks,

SJN. Your grace is noble:

Let me have fuch a bowl may hold my thanks,
And fave me fo much talking.

WOL. My lord Sa<&,

I am beholding to you : cheer your neighbours...
Ladies, you are not merry ; _ Gentlemen,
Whose fault is this ?

SJN. The red wine firft muft rise
Tn their fair cheeks, my lord ; then we fhall have 'em
Talk us to filence.



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^jvy. You are a merry gamefter,

My lord Sands.

Sjir. Yes, if I may choose my play.
Here's to your ladifhip : and pledge ic, madam;
For 'tis to fuch a thing,
ANN. You cannot (hew me.
SJN. I told your grace, they would talk anon.

[ Trumpet! within : Chambers difcbarg'd'.
WOL. What's that?

Cba, Look out there, fome of you. [Exit an Att.
WOL. What warlike voice?

And to what end is this ? Nay, ladies, fear not;

By all the laws of war you're priviledg'd.

Re-enter Attendant.
Cba. How now? what is't?
Att. A noble troop of Grangers;
For fo they feem : they have left their barge, and landed ;
And hither make, as great ambaffadors
From foreign princes.

WOL. Good lord chamberlain,

Go, give 'em welcome, you can fpeak the French tongue;
And, pray, receive 'em nobly, and conduct 'em
Into our presence, where this heaven of beauty
Shall (bine at full upon them : _ Some attend him. _
[Exit Chamberlain, attended.
Company riit : Tables remold*

You have now a broken banquet ; but we'll mend it.
A good digeftion to you all : and, once more,
I mower a welcome on you ; welcome, all.

Flourijh. Enter King, and Others, as Mafiers,

habited like Shepherds* ujher'd by the Lord Chamberlain :

They pajs diredly before the Cardinal,

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26 Henry VIII.

and gracefully falute him.
A noble company : What are their pleasures ?

Cba. Because they fpeak no Englijb, thus they pray'd
To tell your grace; That, having heard by fame
Of this fo noble and fo fair aflembly
This night to meet here, they could do no lefs,
Out of the great refpeft 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 them.

WOL. Say, lord chamberlain, [them

They have done my poor houfe grace ; for which I pay

A thousand thanks, and pray them take their pleasures*

\Musick. Dance form V : King chooses Anne Bullen.

Kin. The faireft hand I ever touch'd ! O, beauty,
'Till now 1 never knew thee. [Dance.

WOL. My lord,-

Cha. Your grace ?

WOL. Pray, tell 'em thus much from me:
There mould be one amongft 'em, by his perfon,
More worthy this place than myfelf ; to whom,
]f I but knew him, with my love and duty
I would furrender it.

Cha. J will, my lord. [fwhifpers the Ma/kers.

WOL. What fay they?

Cha. Such a one, they all confefs,
There is, indeed ; which they would have your grace
Find out, and he will take it.

WOL . Let me fee then : \comes from his State.

By all your good leaves, gentlemen; Here I'll make

My royal choice.

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You hold a fair aflembly ; you do well, lord :
You are a churchman, or, I'll tell you, cardinal,
I Ihould judge now unhappily.

WOL. I am glad,
Your grace is grown fo pleasant.

Kin. My lord chamberlain,
Pr'ythee, come hither; What fair lady's that? [ghter,

Cba, An't please your grace, fir Thomas Bullen* dau-
Thevifcount Rochford, one of her highnefs' women.

Kin. By heaven, me is a dainty one. Sweet heart,

I were unmannerly, to take you out,

And not to kifs you._ A health, gentlemen,

Let it go round.

WOL. Sir Thomas Love/, is the banquet ready
I' the privy-camber?

Lor. Yes, my lord.

WOL. Your grace,
I fear, with dancing is a little heated.

Kin. I fear, too much.

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

Kin. Lead in your ladies, every one:_Sweet partner

I muft not yet forfake 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 beft in favour. Let the musick knock it.

[Exeunt. Loud Mattel.



ACf II.

SCENE I. A Street.



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Enter two Gentlemen, meeting.

1. G. Whither away fo faft, Cr?

2. G. O,~ God fave you !

Even to the hall, to hear what (hall become
Of the great duke of Buckingham.

I . G. I'll fave you

That labour, fir. All's now done, but the ceremony
Of bringing back the prisoner.

2- G, Were you there ?

1. G. Yes, indeed, was I.

2. G. Pray, fpeak, what has happen'd ?

1 . G. You may guefs quickly what.

2. G. Is he found guilty ?

1. G. Yes, truly, is he, and condemn'd upon't.

2. G. I am forry for't.

1. G. So are a number more.

2. G. But, pray, how paff'd it ?

1. G. I'll tell you in a little. The great duke
Came to the bar; where, to his accusations

He pleaded ftill, not guilty, and alledg'd
Many iharp reasons to defeat the law.
The king's attorney, on the contrary,
Urg'd on the examinations, proofs, confeffions
Of divers witnefles; which the duke desir'd
To have brought, viva <voce, to his face :
At which appear'd againft him, his furveyor;
Sir Gilbert Peck, his chancellor ; and John Car,
Confeflbr to him ; with that devil-monk,
Hopkins, that made this mifchief.

2. G. That was h^>

That fed him with Kis prophecies ?

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t.G. The fame.

All these accus'd him ftrongly : which he fain
Would have flung from him, but, indeed, he could not;
And fo his peers, upon this evidence,
Have found him guilty of high treason. Much
He (poke, and learnedly, for life ; but all
Was either pity'd in him, or forgotten.

2. G. After all this, how did be bear himfelf?

i . G. When iie was brought again to the bar, to hear
His knell rung oat, his judgment," he was ftir'd
With fuch an agony, he fweat extreamly,
And fomething fpoke in choler, ill, and hafty:
But he fell to himfelf again, and, fweetly,
Jn all the reft fhew'd a moft noble patience.

2.G. I do not think, he fears death.

1 . G. Sure, he does not,

He never was fo womanifh ; the cause
He may a little grieve at.

2. G. Certainly,

The cardinal is the end of this.

i.G. 'Tis likely,

By all conjectures : firfri*Kt/Jare J s attainder,
Then deputy of Ire/and ; who remov'd,
Earl Surrey was fent thither, and in haile too,
Left he mould help his father.

2. G. That trick of ftate
Was a deep envious one.

i.G. At his return,

No doubt, he will requite it. This is noted,
And generally; whoever the king favours,
The cardinal inftantly will find employment,
And far enough from court too.

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2. G. All the commons
Hate him pernicioufly, and, o'my conference,
Wifh him ten fathom deep : this duke as much
They love and doat on ; call him, bounteous Butki>igbam t
The mirror of all courtefy :

1. G. Stay there, fir,

And fee the noble rnin'd man you fpeak of.

Enter BUCKINGHAM from bis Arraignment ;

Yip-flawes before him, the Axe 'with the Edge

towards him, Halberds on* each Bide : ivitb bin,

Sir Thomas LOVEL, Sir Nicholas VAUX,

and Others, and common People.

2. G. Let's ftand clofe, and behold him.
Sue. All good people,

You that thus far have come to pity me,

Hear what I fay, and then go home and lose me.

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

And by that name muft die ; Yet heaven bear witnefs,.

And, if I have a conference, let it fink me,

Even as the axe falls, if I be not faithful !

The law I bear no malice for my death,

'T has done, upon the premises, butjuftice;

But those, that fought it, I could wifli more chriftians:

Be what they will, I heartily forgive 'em :

But let 'em look they glory not in mifchief,

Nor build their evils on the graves of great men ;

For then my guiltlefs blood muft cry againft 'em.

For further life in this world I ne'er hope,

Nor will I fue, although the king have mercies

More than I dare make faults. You few that lov'd me,

And dare be bold to weep for Buckingham,

His noble friends, and fellows, whom to leave



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Is only bitter to him, only dying,

Go with me, like good angels, to my end ;

And, as the long divorce of fteel falls on me,

Make of your prayers one fweet facrifice,

And lift my foul to heaven. Lead on, o'God's name.

Lov. I do befeech your grace, for charity,
If ever any malice in your heart
Were hid againft me ? now to forgive me frankly.

uc. Sir Thomas Lovely \ as free forgive you,
As I would be forgiven : I forgive all ;
There cannot be those numberlefs offences
'Gainft me, I can't take peace with : no black envy
Shall mark my grave. Commend me to his grace ;
And, if he fpeak of Buckingham., pray, tell him,
You met him half in heaven : my vows and prayers
Yet are the king's ; and, 'till my foul forfake mP,
Shall cry for bleffings on him : May he live
Longer than I have time to tell his years!
Ever belov'd, and loving, may his rule be!
And, when old time (hall lead him to his end,
Goodnefs and he fill up one monument!

LQV. To the water fide I muft conduft your grace;
Then give my charge up to fir Nicholas Vaux,
Who undertakes you to your end.

VAV. Prepare there,

The duke is coming : fee, the barge be ready ;
And fit it with fuch furniture, as fuits
The greatnefs of his perfon.

Buc, Nay, fir Nicholas,

Let it alone ; my ftate now win but mock me.
When I came hither, I was lord high conftable.
And duke of Buckingham ; now, poor Edward Bohun :

me, that I ' J make my

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Yet I am richer than my bafe accusers,

That never knew what truth meant : I now feal it ;

And with that blood, will make 'em one day groan for't.

My noble father, Henry of Buckingham,

Who firft rais'd head againft usurping Richard,

Flying for fuccour to his fervant Banijier,

Being diftreff'd, was by that wretch betray'd,

And without trial fell ; God's peace be with him!

Henry the feventh fucceeding, truly pitying

My father's lofs, like a moft royal prince,

Reftor'd me to my honours, and, out of ruins,

Made my name once more noble : Now his fon,

Henry the eighth, life, honour, name, and all

That made me happy, at one ftroke has taken

For ever from the world. I had my trial,

And, muft needs fay, 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 fervants, by those men we lov'd moft ;

A moft unnatural and faithlefs fervice !

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 counfels,

Be fure, you be not loofe ; for those you make friends,

And give your hearts to, when they once perceive

The leaft rub in your fortunes, fall away

Like water from ye, never found again

But where they mean to fink ye. All good people,

Pray for me ; I muft now fdrfake ye ; the laft hour

Of my long weary life is come upon me.

Farewel :

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Speak how I fell. I have done ; and God forgive me !
[ Exeunt BUCKINGHAM and Train.

1 . G. O, this is full of pity ! _ Sir, it calls,
I fear, too many curfes on their heads,

That were the authors.

2. G. If the duke be guiltlefs,

J Tis full of woe : yet I can give you inkling
Of an enfuing evil, if it fall,
Greater than this.

1. G. Good angels keep it from us !

What may it be i You do not dpubt my faith, fir ?

2. G. This fecret is fo weighty, 'twill require
A ftrong faith to conceal it.

i.C. Let me have it;
I do not talk much.

2. G. I am confident;

You mail, fir : Did you not of late days hear
A buzzing, of a feparation
Between the king and Catherine ?

1 . G. Yes, but it held not :

For when the king once heard it, out of anger
He fent command to the lord mayor, ftraight
To flop the rumour, and allay those tongues
That durft difperfe it.

2. G. But that flander, fir,

Is found a truth now : for it grows again
Freftier than e'er it was ; and held for certain,
The king will venture at it. Either the cardinal,
Or fome about him near, have, out of malice
To the good queen, posseiT'd him with a fcruple
That will undo her : To confirm this too,
Cardinal Campeius is arriv'd, and lately;

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34 Henry VIII.

,&s all think, for this businefs.

1 . G. 'Tis the cardinal ;

And merely to revenge him on the emperor,

For not beftowing on him, at his afking,

The arch-bifhoprick of Toledo, this is purposed.

2. G. I think, you have hit the mark -.Butis't not cruel,
That me fhould feel the fmart of this ? The cardinal
Will have his will, and (he muft fall.

i . G. 'Tis woeful.
We are too open here, to argue this ;
Let's think in private more. [Exeunt.

SCENE II. The King's Anti-clamber.

Enter the Lord Chamberlain, reading.
Cba. My lord, The horfei your krdfhip fent for,

with all the care I bad, I fanu 'well chosen, ridden, and
furnijh'd; They ivere young, and handjome ; and of the left
breed in the north. When they 'were ready to fet out for
London, a man of my lord cardinal's, by commijjion, and
main power, took 'em from me ; 'with this reason, Hit
mafter <would be fernj'd before a fubjefl, if not before tin
king : 'which Jtop'd our mouths, Jir.
I fear, he will, indeed : Well, let him have 'em ;
He wil! have all, I think.

Enter the Dukes O/~NORFOLK, and SUFFOLK.
NOR* Well met, my (jootl
Lord chamberlain.

Cba. Good day to both your graces.
SUF. How is the king employ'd r
Cba. I left him private,
Full of fad thoughts and troubles.
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Cba. I* feems, the marriage with his brother's wife
Has crept too near his confcience.

SUF . No, his confcience
Has crept too near another lady.

Nox. 'Tis fo;

This is the cardinal's doing, the king-cardinal :
That blind prieft, like the eldeft fon of fortune,
Turns what he lifts. The king will know him one day.

SUF. Pray God, he do ! he'll never know himfelf elfe.

NOR. How holily he works in all this businefs !
And with what zeal ! For, now he has crack'd the league
Between us and the emperor, the queen's great-nephew,
He dives into the king's foul ; and there fcatters
Dangers, doubts, wringing of the confcience,
Fears, and defpairs, and all these for his marriage.
And, out of all these to reftore the king,
He counfels a divorce : a lofs of her,
That, like a jewel, has hung twenty years
About his neck, yet never loft her luftre ;
Of her, that loves him with that excellence
That angels love good men with; even of her,
That, when the greateft ftroke of fortune falls ,
Will blefs the king : And is not this courfe pious?

Cha, Heaven keep me from fuch counfel ! 'Tis molt

true,

These news are every where ; every tongue fpeaks 'em,
And every true heart weeps for't : All, that dare
Look into these affairs, fee his main end,
The French king's fifter. Heaven will one day open
The king's eyes, that fo long have flept upon
This bold bad man.

SUF. And free us from his flavery.

8 lift 10 all his *9 fee this



36 Henry VIH.

NOR. We had need pray,
And heartily, for our deliverance;
Or this imperious man will work us all
From princes into pages : all men's honours
Lye like one lump before him, to be fafhion'd
Into what pinch lie please.

SVF. For me, my lords,

J love him not, nor fear him ; there's my creed :
As I am made without him, fo I'll ftand,
If the king please; his curies and his bleffings
Touch me alike, they are breath I not believe in :
I knew him, and I know him ; fo I leave him


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