Now, Winchester will not submit, I trow,
Or be inferior to the proudest peer.
Humphrey of Gloster, thou shalt well perceive
That nor in birth, nor for authority,
The Bishop will be overborne by thee ;
Either I'll make thee stoop, and bend thy knee,
Or sack this country with a mutiny.

1 Henry VI. v. 1.

— York, and impious Beaufort, that false priest, Have all limed bushes to betray thy wings.

2 HENRY VI. ii. 4.

Cardinal Beaufort is at point of death,

Blaspheming God, and cursing men on earth,
And whispers to his pillow
The secrets of his over-charged soul.

2 HENRY VI. iii. 2.

Lord Cardinal, if thou think’st on heaven's bliss,
Hold up thy hand, make signal of thy hope :-
He dies, and makes no sign!

2 HENRY VI. iii. 3.

WOLSEY. My surveyor is false—the o'er great Cardinal Hath shewed him gold :—my life is spanned already.

HENRY VIII. i. 1.

The Cardinal is the end of this,

- The Commons

ws

Hate him perniciously, and, o' my conscience,
Wish him ten fathoms deep.-

HENRY VIII. ii. 1.

That devil monk Hopkins, that made the mischief ;

- That was he That fed them with his prophecies.

HENRY VIII. ii. 1.

This is the Cardinals doing ; the King Cardinal,
That blind priest :--the King will know him one day.

Henry VIII. ii. 2.

I love him not, nor fear him ; there's my creed ;
I knew him, and I know him ; so I leave him
To him that made him proud,—the Pope.

HENRY VIII. ii, 2.

-- Heaven will one day open The King's eyes, that so long have slept upon This bold, bad, man.

HENRY VIII. ii, 2.

- I must tell you, You tender more your person's honour, than Your high profession spiritual.

HENRY VIII. ii. 4.

These Cardinals trifle with me: I abhor
This dilatory sloth, and tricks of Rome.

HENRY VIII. ii. 4.

Is this your christian counsel ? out upon ye !
Holy men I thought ye,
But cardinal sins, and hollow hearts, I fear ye.

HENRY VIII. iii. 2.

This paper has undone me: 'T is the account
Of all that world of wealth I've drawn together
For mine own ends : indeed to gain the popedom,
And fee my friends in Rome.

HENRY VIII. iii. 2.

Thou art a proud traitor, priest !

HENRY VIII. iii. 2.

I'll startle you, Worse than the sacring bell, when the brown wench Lay kissing in your arms, Lord Cardinal.

HENRY VIII. iij. 2.

In all you writ to Rome, or else To foreign princes,—“Ego et Rex meus” Was still inscrib'd :-in which you brought the King To be your servant.

HENRY VIII. iii. 2.

Out of mere ambition, you have caus'd Your holy hat to be stamp'd on the King's coin.

Henry VIII. iii. 2.

Now, if you can blush, and cry guilty, Cardinal,
You 'll shew a little honesty.-

HENRY VIII. iii. 2.

His contemplations were above the earth,
And fixed on spiritual objects ; he should still
Dwell in his musings ; but I am afraid
His thinkings are below the moon; not worth
His serious considering:-

HENRY VIII. iii. 2.

Woe upon ye, and such false professors !

Henry VIII. iii. 2.

He was a man
Of an unbounded stomach, ever ranking
Himself with princes. l' the presence
He would say untruths; and be ever double,
Both in his words and meaning :
Of his own body he was ill, and gave
The clergy ill example.

HENRY VIII. iii. 2.

By my soul, Your long coat, priest, protects you : thou should'st

feel My sword i' the life-blood of thee else. My lords, Can ye endure this arrogance, And from this fellow ?

HENRY VIII. iii. 4.

Love and meekness, lord, Become a churchman better than ambition : Win straying souls with modesty again, Cast none away.

HENRY VIII. v. 4.

CUAL

Stand back, thou manifest conspirator :
Thou, that contrived’st to murder our dead lord !
Thou, that giv'st whores indulgences to sin !
I 'll canvass thee in thy broad Cardinals hat,
If thou proceed’st in this thy insolence.

1 HENRY VI. i. 3.

What ! talking with a priest, Lord Chamberlain ?
Your friends at Pomfret they do need the priest :
Your honour hath no shriving work in hand.

RICHARD III, iii. 2.

I know that thou art religious,
And hast a thing within thee called conscience,
With twenty popish tricks and ceremonies,
Which I have seen thee careful to observe ;
Therefore I urge thy oath ; for that I know
An idiot holds his bauble for a God,
And keeps the oath, which by that God he swears ;
To that I'll urge him :—therefore thou shalt vow
By that same God, what God soe'er it be,
That thou ador’st and hast in reverence.

TITUS ANDRONICUS, v. 1.

From the foregoing extracts it is presumed, that every mind capable of judging will be fully convinced that Shakespeare was not a papist ; and it must be borne in mind, that the evidence in proof thereof is given by himself; a testimony more powerful than the arguments of commentators.

No papist would have been inclined, or would have dared to have put into the mouths of his Dramatis Personæ, such expressions, counter to papacy, as are presented in these extracts.