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1 Qent, No more of that
[Exit procession with a great flourish of trumpets.

Enter a third Gentleman.

God save you, sir I wherehaveTou been broiling?

3 Qent, Among the crowd i' the abbey ; where s



Could not be wedg'd in more; I am stifled
With the mere rankness of their loy.

2 Qent, You saw the ceremony?

8 Qent, That 1 did.

16ba.Howwa8it?

8 Qent, Well worth the seehig.

2 Qent, Good sir, speak it to uf.

8 ^ent As well as lam able. The rich stream
Of lords and ladies, having brought the queen
To a prepar'd place in the choir, fell off
A distance from her : while her grace sat down
To rest a while, 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 ^[oodliest 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 ]



And make them reel before thenu^ No man living

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Could 887 " This Is m^ wife,** there; all were woren
80 strangely in one piece.

2 GenL But, what follow'd ?

8 Qcnt, At length her grace rose, and with
modest uaces
Came to the altar: where she kneel'd, aod,

saint-like,
Cast her fair e^es to heaven, and praj'd devoutly.
Then rose again, and bow*d her to the people :
When by the Archbishop of Canterbury
She had all the royal miikings of a queen ;
As holy oil, Edwsjil Confessor^s crown.
The rod and bird of peace, and all such emblems,
Laid nobly on her ; which perform'd, the quire,
With all the choicest music of the kingdom,
Together sung Tt Deum, So she parted.
And with the same full state pac'd backagain
To York-place, where the feast is held.

1 Gent, Sir,

You must no more call it Tork-place, that is past:
For, since the cardinal fell, that title's lost;
'TIS now the king's, and oall'd Whitehall.

8 QtnU I know it;

Bat tis so lately alter'd, that the old name
Is fresh about me.

2 QaU, What two reverend bishops
Were those that went on each side of the queen ?

8 Qent, Stokesly and Gardiner; the one, of
Winchester
/ preferred from the king's secretary),
the other, London.

2Gmt. He of Winchester

Is held no great good lover of the archbishop^
The Tirtuous Cranmer.

3 QenJt, All the hmd knows that :
However, yet there's no great breach ; when it

comes,
Cranmer will find a firiend will not shrink from
hinu

2 QenU Who may that be, Ipray you ?

3 Qent, Thomas Cromwell ;
A man in much esteem with the king, and truly
A worthy friend.— The king

Has macte him master of the jewel-house,
And one, already, of the privy-council.

2 (knk He will deserve more.

3 Qent. Yes, without all doubt.
Come, gentlemen, ye shall go my way, which

Is to the court, and there ve shall be my guests ;
Something I can command. As I walk thither,
V\\ tell ye more.
Boik, You may command ns, air. [Exeunt,

SCENE II.— Kimbolton.

Smttr KATHAJtnns, Dowager^ tick; led betwem
GRiPFrru and Fatibkok.



KINO HENRY VTH.



687



g^ewlyi
Theothe



Orif. How does your



grace
0,Gr



Griffith, sick to death :



My legs, like loaden branches, bow to the earth,
Willi^ to leave their burden: reach a chair; —
80,— now, methinks, I feel a little ease.
Didst thou not tell me, Griffith, as then led'st me.
That the jn^at child of honour. Cardinal Wolsey,
Was dead?

Gr\f, Yes, madam ; but I think yonr grace,
Out of the pahi yoa suffer d, gave no ear tot

EM, Prithee, good Griffith, tell me how he
died:
If wen, he stepp'd before me, hi^pilyt
For my example.

Qrif. Well, the voice goes, madam :

For after the stoat Earl NorthnnioArbmd



Arrested him at York, and brought him forward
f As a man sorely tainted) to his answer,
He fell sick suddenly, and grew so ill.
He could not sit his mole.
Eath, Alas, poor manl

Qr\f, At last, with easy roads, he came to
Leicester,
Lodg'd in the abbey ; where the reverend abbot,
With all his convent, honourably receiv'd him ;
To whom he gave these words, — " father abbot
An old man, broken with the storms of state,
Is come to laj his weary bones among ye ;
Give him a little earth for charity I"
80 went to bed: where eagerly his sickness
Pursued him still : and, three nights after this.
About the hour of ei^ht (which he himself
Foretold should be his last), full of repentance.
Continual meditations, tears, and sorrows.
He gave his honours to the world again.
His olessed part to Heaven, and slept in peace.
Eath, So may he rest ; his faults lie gently on
him I
Yet thus fiir. Griffith, give me leave to speak him
And yet witn charity : — He was a man
Of an unbounded stomach, ever ranking
Himself with princes ; one, that by suggestion
Tied all the kingdoms : simony was fair play ;
His own opinion was his law : I' the presence
He would say antruths ; 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.

Orif, Noble madam,

Men's evil manners live in brass ; their virtues
We write ui water. May it please your highnesi
To hear me speak his good now ?

Eath, Yes, good Griffith;

I were malicious else.

Orif. This cardinal,

ThouKh from an humble rtock, undoubtedly
Was ushion'd to much honour from his cradle.
He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one :
Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and p^uading:
Lofty and sour to them that lov'd 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,
He was most princeljr : Ever witness for him
Those twins of learning, that he rais'd in you,
Ipswich and Oxford! one of which fell with him,
Unwilling to outiive the good that did it;
The other, though unfinish'd, yet so famous,
So excellent in art, and still so rising.
That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue.
His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him :
For then, and not till then, he felt himself,
And found the blessedness of being little :
And, to add greater honours to his age
Than man could give him, he died fearing GK)d.
Eath, After my death I wish no other herald,
No other speaker of my living actions.
To keep mme honour from corruption,
But Much an honest chronicler as Griffith.
Whom I most hated living, thou hast made me,
With thy relic:ious truth and modesty,
Now in his ashes honour: Peace be with him !
Patience, be near me still ; and set me lower.
I have not long to trouble thee.— Good Griffith,
Gaose the mnsioiaus pUy me '^"^9'?q|p



58'



S88

I nam*d my knell, whilst I sit meditating

On that oelestial luunnonj I go to.

Sad and solemn music,
Qrif, She is asleep: Good wench, let^ dt down
quiet.

For fear we wake her ;— Softly, gentle Patience.

TKt Viaiotu^ Enter^ aoUrmdv tripjnng one after
another, six Peraonagea, clou in tofiite robes^ toear-
ing on their heads gcedanda of hay$, and golden ,
vvoards on their faces; branches of hixys^ or palm, \
in their hands. They first congee unto her. then
dance / and at certain changes, die first two hold a
spare garland over her head; at which, Hie other
four make reverend curtsies; then the two that hdd
the garland deliver the same to the otlier 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 tvoo, toAo
Ukewise observe the same order: at which (as it
were by inspiration), she makes in her sleep signs
ofr^otdng, and holdeth up her hands to heaven :
and so in thenr dancing vamsh, carrying the garland
with them. The music continues.



Kath, Spirits of peace, where are 70?



Areje
Igone?
And leave me here in wretchedness behind je?

Ur^. Madam, we are here.

KtUh. It is not 70a I call for :

Saw y% none enter, since 1 slept ?

Qrif, None, madam.

Kath, No ? Saw 70a not, even now, a blessed
troop
Invite me to a banquet ; whose bright ftces
Cast thousand beams upon me, like the smi?
They promised me eternal happiness;
And bruught me garlands, Grilhih, which I feel
I am not worthy yet to wear: I shall,
Asiiu redly.

Qrtf, I am most joyful, madam, sooh good
dreams
Possess your fancy.

Kath, Bid the music leave.

They are harsh and heavy to me. [Music ceases,

Pat, Do you note,

How much her grace is altered on the sudden ?
How long her face b drawn ? How pale she looks.
And of ail earthy cold ? Mark her eyes !

Qrtf, She is going, wench ; pray, pray.

PaL Heaven comfort her I

Enter a Messenger.

Mess, An*t like your grace,—

Kath, You are a sanoy fellow :

Deserve we no more reverence?

Gnf. You are to blame,

Knowing she will not lose her wonted greatness,
To use so rude behaviour : go to. kneel.

Mess, I humbly do entreat your highness'pardon:
My haste made me unmannerly: There is staying
A gentleman, sent from the king, to see you.

KaiUu Admit him entrance, Qriffith: Bat this
fellow
Let mo ne'er see again.

[Exeunt Griffith and Messenger.

B&mter Griffith, with Capocuos.

If my sight fail not,
To« shonld be lord ambusador from the emperor,
My royal nephew, and your name Capucios.

Ocqp, Madam, tne same, your servant.

KoBth, O my lord.

The tunas and titles now are altered strangely



KING HENTIT Vm.

With me, sinoe ihvl 70Q knew me. Bat, I pr^

you,
What is your pleasure with me?

Cap, Noble lady,

Fm»t, mine own service to your grace ; the next.
The king's request that I would \ liit you;
Who grieves much for your weakness, and by me
Sends you his vrincely commendations.
And heartily entreats you take good comfort

Kath, O my good lord, that comfort comes too
Ute;
Tis like a pardon after execution :
That gentle physic, given in time, had car^d me;
But now I am past all comforts here, but prayers.
How does his highness?

Cap. Madam, in good health.

Kath. 80 may he ever do ! and ever flourish.
When I shall dwell with worms, and my poor

name
Banish'd the kingdom t — Patience, is that letter
I caus'd you write, yet sent away?

Fat. No, madam. [Uiving it to Kath.

Kath. Sir, I most humbly pray you to deliver
This to my lord the kii<g.

Cap, Most willing, madam.

KcUk. In which I have commended to his good-
ness
The model of our chaste loves, his young daughten
The dews of heaven fall thick in blessings on her I —
Beseeching him to give her virtuous breeding
(She is youn^, and of a noble modest nsture;
I hope she will deserve well) ; and a little
To love her for her mother's sake, that lov*d htm,
Heaven knows how dearly. My next poor petition
Is, that his noble grace would have some pi^



Upon my wretched women, that so long
Have follow'd both my fortunes faithfully
Of which there Is not one, I dare avow

iAnd now 1 should not lie), but will desenre,
^or 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

tnem.
The last is, for my men ;— they are the poorest,
But poverty could never draw them from me; —
That they may have their wages duly paid them,
And something over to remember me bv ;
If heaven had pleas'd to have given me longer UCb,
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 yon wish christian peace to souls departed.
Stand Jiese poor people's ft-iend, and urge the king
To do me this last right.

Cap, By heaven, I will ;

Or let me lose the £(uhion of a man I

Kath. I thank you, honest lord. Remember me
In all humility unto his highness :
Say, his long trouble now u 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 us'd with honour; strew me oyer
With maiden flowers, that all the world may know
I was a chaste wife to my graye: embalm me.
Then lay me forth : although nnqneen'd, yet like
A queen, and daughter to a king, mter me.
I can no more. lExnuU^ UaAng Kath.



KING HENRY VHI.



ACT V.



SCfeNE L-^A OaOerjf m the Palaee,

Elder Qardiiter lithon qf Winehester^ a Page,
vnth a torch btfore Aun, tnet by ^ Thomas

LOVBLL.

Oar. It*f one o'clock, boj, i8*t not?

Boy. It hath ftrnek.

Oar, These should be hours for necessities,
Not for delights ; times to repair our nature
With comforting repose, and not for us
To waste these time8.-^Qood hour of night. Sir

Thomas I
Whither so late?

Xoo. Came 70a from the king, mj lord ?

Our, I did, Sir Thomas ; and left him at primero
With the Duke of 8uffv»Ik.

Lov. I mustto him too,

Before he go to bed. Til take my leave.

Oar. Not yet. Sir Thomas Lovell. What's the
matter?
it seems you are in haste ; an if the^e be
No great offence belongs to't, give your friend
Some touch of your late business: Affiurs that

walk
(As, they sa^, spirits do) at midnight, have
In them a wilder nature tlian the ousiness
That seeks despatch by day.

Lo9. My lord, I love yon;

And durst commend a secret to your ear
Much weightier than this work. The qneen^ in

labour, •

Th^ sav, in great extremity ; and fiBar'd,
Shell with the labour end.

Oar. The fruit she goes with,

I pray for heartily ; that it may find
Qeod time, and live: but for the stock, Sir Thomas,
I wish it grubb'd up now.

Lov. Methinks, I could

Cry the amen ; and yet mv conscience says
She's a good creature^ and, sweet lady, does
Deserve our better wishes.

Oar. But, sir, sir,—

Hear me. Sir Thomas ; You are a gentleman
Of mine own way; I know yon wise, religious;
And, let me tellyou, it will ne'er be well,—
Twill not. Sir Tliomas Lovell, take't of me, —
Till Cranmer, Cromwell, her two hands, and she,
Sleep in their graves.

Lov. Now, sir, yon speak of two

The most remarked i* the kingdom. As for
CVomwell, — *

Beside that of the jewel-house, he^ made master
0* the rolls, and the king's secretary ; further, sir,
Stands in the gap and trade of more preferments,
With which Uie time will load him: The arch-
bishop
Is the kmg'shand and tongue: And who dare speak
One syllable against him ?

Oar. Yes, ves. Sir Thomas,

There are that dare ; and I myself have ventur'd
To speak my mind of him : and, indeed, this day,
Sir (1 may tell it you), I think I have
Inoens'd the lords o' the council, that he ie
(For so I know he is, they know he is)
A most arch heretic, a pestilence
That dees infect the land: with which they moY^,
Have broken with tlie king; who hath so far
Given ear to our complaint (of his great grace
And princely care ; foreseeing those fell mischiefs
3ur rtasoni laid beiort him), ne hath '^^""■Mtndftilt



To-morrow morning to the ooundKboard
He be oonvented. He's a rank weed, Sir Thomas,
And we must root liim out. From your affairs
•I hinder you too long; good night. Sir Thomas.
Lov, Many good nights, mv lord ; I rest your
servant. [£xeunt Gardinbb and rage.

Am Lotell w aoing outy enter the Kno and ihe
Duke of Suffolk.

K. Ben. Charles, I will play no more to-night ;
My mind's not on't, you are too hard for me.

8uf. Sir, I did never win of you before.

K. Hen. But little, Charles;
Nor shall not, when my fancy's on my play.—
Now, Lovell, from the queen what is the news ?

Low. I could not personally deliver to her
What you commanded me, but by her woman
I sent your message ; who return 'd her thanks
In the greatest humbleness, and desir'd your high-
ness
Most heartily to pray for her.

K. Hen. What say^t thou? hal

To pray for her ? what, is she crying out ?

Lov. So said her woman ; and Uutt her snffor-
ance made
Almost each pang a death.

K.Hen. Al^s, good lady I

Suf. God safely qui'' be- of her burden, and
With gentle travail, to the gladding of
Your highness with an heirl

K. Hen. 'TIS midnight, Charles,

Prithee to bed ; and in thy prayers remember
The estate of mv poor queen. Leave me alone ;
For 1 must think of that, which company
Will not be friendly to.

Suf. I wish your highness

A quiet night, and my good mistress will
Kemember in my prayers.

K. Hen. Charles, good night.

[I^ Suffolk.
EnUr Sfar AirmoHT Dsmnr.
Well, sir, what follows ?

Den. Sir, I have brought my lord the archbishop,
As you commanded me.

K. Hen. Ha! Canterbury?

Den. kjy my good lord.

K. Hen. Tis true : Where is he, Denny?

Den. He attends your highness' pleasure.

JE. Hen, Bring him to us

\ExU DENirr

Lov. This is about that which the bishop spake

I am happily come hither. [Arid^

£e-enter Demnt, with Cranmer.

K. Hen, Avoid the gallery.

[Lotell aetms to $tay.
Ha !-— I haye said.— Begone.
What I — [Exeunt Loybll and Dekkt.

Gran. I am fearful:— Wherefore frowns he thus?
lis his aspect of terror. All's not well.

K, Hen. How now, my lord? You do desire to
know
Wherefore I sent for you.

Oran. It is my da^

To attend your highness' pleasure.

K, Hen. 'Pray yon, trke,

My good and moious lord of Canterburr.
Come, you and I must walk a turn togetlier
I have news to tell tou: Come, oome, give me

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Ah, my good lord, I griere At what I speak,
And am right sorry to repeat what follows :
1 have, and most unwillingly, of late
Heard many grieyona, I do say, my lord,
Grieyons complaints of yon; which, being oon-

sider'd,
Haye moy'd as and onr oonndl, that yon shall
This morning come before us ; where, I know,
Ton cannot Mrith such freedom pur^e yourself,
But that, till farther trial in those diarges
Which will require your answer, yon must take
Your patience to you, and be well contented
To make your house our Tower: You a brother

of us,
it fits we tlius proceed, or else no witness
Would come against yon.

Oran, I humbly thank your highness ;

And am right glad to catch this good occasion
Most thoroughly to be winnowed, where my chaflF
And corn shall fly asunder: for, I know
There's none stands under more calumnious

tongues
Than I myself^ poor man.

K, Hen, Stand up, good Canterbury ;

Thy truth and thy integrity is rooted
In us, thy friend : Give me thy hand, stand up :
Prithee, let's walk. Now, by my holy-dame.
What manner of man are you ? My lord, 1 look'd
You would haye given me your petition, that
I shonld have ta'en some pains to bring together
Yourself and your accusers ; and to have heard you
Without indnranoe ftirther.

Cran, Most dread liege,

The good I stand on is my truth and honesty ;
If they shall &il, I, with mine enemies,
Will triumph o'er my person ; which I weigh not,
Being of those virtues vacant I fear nothmg
What can be said against me.

K. Hen, Know you not

How your state stuids i* the world, with the whole

world?
Your tnemies are many, and not small; their

practices
Must bear the same proportion ; and not ever
The justice and the truth o' the question carries
The due o* the verdict with it: At what ease
Might corrupt minds procure knaves as corrupt
To swear against you? such things have been

done.
Yoa are potently oppos'd ; and with a malice
Of as gieat size. Ween you of better luck,
I mean in perjured witness, than your master.
Whose minuter yon are, whiles here he liv'd
Upon this naughty earth ? Go to, go to ;
You take a precipice for no leap of danger.
And woo your own destruction.

Cram, God, and your majesty,

Protect mine innocence, or I fkll into
The trap is laid for me I

K. Hen. Be of good cheer ;

They shall no more prevail, than we give way to.
Keep comfort to you ; and this morning see
You do appear beifore them ; if they shall chance,
In charging yon with matters, to commit yon,
The best persuasions to the contrary
Fail not to use, and with what vehemenoy
The occasion shall instruct yon : if entreaties
Will render yon no remedy, this ring
Delirer them, and your appeal to us
Tbcffe make before them.— Look, the good man

weeps I
It*^ honest, on mine honour. God's blest mother t
' swear he is true-hearted ; and a soul



KING HENRY VIII.



None better in my kingdom.— Get you gone,
And do as I have bid jovi,—{SxU Gravmbb.]
He has strangled
His language in his tears.

Enter on old Lady.

Gent, [Wmn.] Oome back. What meai
you?

Lady, 111 not oome back ; the tidings that I
bring
Will make my boldness manners. — Now, good

angels
Fly o'er thy royal head, an4 shade thy person
Under their blessed wings \

K, Hen. Now, by thy looks

I guess thy message. Is the qneen deliver'd ?
Say, ay ; and of a boy.

jLadu, 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 yon
As cherry is to cherry.

E, Hen, Lovell, —

EnUt LoTSLL.

Loe, Sir.

E. Hen, Give her an hundred marks. 111 to the
queen. [JSatKiNO.

Lady, An hundred marks! By this light. 111
have more.
An ordinary groom is for such payment.
I will have more, or soold it out of him.
Said I for this the girl is like to him ?
1 will have more, or ebe unsay 't; and now
While it is hot, I'll put it to the issue. [EaetmL

SCENE IL^Lobby b^bn (As CouneOiAamber,

Enter Cbavmbb; Servants, Door-Keeper, <fte.,
attending.

Oran. I hope I am not too late; and yet the
gentleman.
That was sent to me from the council, pray'd me
To make great haste. All hst? what means

thw?— Hoa!
Who waits there? — Sure, yon know me?

D. Eem, Yes, my lord ;

But yet I cannot help you.
Cran, Why?

D. Eeep. Your grace must wait till yon be
oall'd for.

Enter Doctor Butts.
Oran. So.

Butte. This is a piece of malice. I am glad,
I came this way so happily: The king
Shall understand it presently. [Exit Butts

Cran, [Aside.] Tis Butts,

The kinga physician; as he pass'd along,
How earnestly he cast his eyes upon me I
Pray heaven, he sound not my disgrace I For

certain,
This is of purpose laid by some that hate me
(God turn their hearts I I never sought their

malice),
To quench mine honour: they would shams to

make me
Wait else at door ; a fellow-oounsellor.
Among boys, grooms, and lackeys. But then,

pleasures
Mnst be fultUl'd, and I attend witk^CHtisMe^ l ^
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KING HENRY VHI.



691



ffiitar, ai a toMow above, the Kino cmd Bom.

Butts, rn show yonrgrace the strangest sight,—

JT. Ben, What's that, Butts?

BuUi, I think your highness saw this many a
day.

jr. Hen, Body o* me, where is it?

Butti^ There, my lord :

The high promotion of his grace of Canterbnry ;
Who holds his state at door, 'mongst pursuivants,
Pages, and footboys.

A. Hen, Ua ! Tis he, indeed :

Is this the honour they do one another?
Tis well there'a one above them yet I had

thought
They had parted so mach honesty among them
(At least, good manners), as not thus to suffer
A man of his p)aoe, and so near our favour,
To dance attendance on their lordships* pleasnrei,
And at the door too, like a post with packets.
By holy Mary, Butts, there^s knavery:
Let them alone, and draw the curtain dose ;
We shall hear more anon. [Sxeunt.

The CotmeUrChamber.

Enter ths Lord Chancellor, the Duke of Suffolk,
Earl of iJuBRBT, Lord Chamberlain, Gardinbr,
and Crouwbll. The Chancellor jTJoces himself
at the upper md of the table on the J^i hand; a
seat being M void above him, as for the Arch-
bishop of Cantebbubt. The rest seat them-
selves m order on each side. Ceomwbll at the
lower end, as secretary,

Chan, Speak to the budness, master secretary:
Why are we met in council ?

Orom, Please your honours,

The chief cause concerns his grace of Canterbury.

Oar, Has he had knowledge of it ?

Crom, Yes.

Kor, Who waite there ?

D, Kee^ Without, my noble lords?

Oar, Yes.

D, Keep, My lord archbishop;

And has done half an hour, to know your pleasures.

Chan, Let him come in.

D. Ke^ Your grace may enter now.

[Cbammeb approaches the oounal-tahU,

Chan, lAj good lord archbishop, I am yery sorry
To sit here at this present, and behold
That chair stand emptor : But we all are men.
In our own natures tnil, and capable
Jf our flesh ; few are angels : out of which frailty.
And want of wisdom, you, that best should teach us.
Have misdemean'd yourself, and not a little,
Toward the king first, then his laws, in filling
The whole realm, by your teaching and your



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