Fie, Uncle Beaufort! I have heard you preach,
That malice was a great and grievous sin;
And will you not maintain the thing you teach,
But prove a chief offender in the same?

1 HENRY VI. iii. 1.

There's Beaufort, that regards nor God nor King, Hath here distrained the Tower to his use.

1 HENRY VI. i. 3.

Under my feet I'll stamp the Cardinal's hat,
In spite of Pope, or dignities of Church.

1 HENRY VI. i. 3.

Presumptuous priest! this place commands my patience,

Or thou should'st find thou hast dishonoured me.
Think not, although in writing I preferred
The manner of thy vile outrageous crimes,
That therefore I have forged, or am not able,
Verbatim, to rehearse the method of my pen :
No, prelate; such is thy audacious wickedness,
Thy lewd, pestiferous, and dissentious pranks,
As
very infants prattle of thy pride.
Thou art a most pernicious usurer,
Froward by nature, enemy to peace;
Lascivious, wanton, more than well beseems
A man of thy profession and degree;

And for thy treachery, what's more manifest ?

1 HENRY VI. iii. 1.

Let us watch the haughty Cardinal,
His insolence is more intolerable
Than all the princes in the land beside.

2 HENRY VI. i. 1.

Oft have I seen the haughty Cardinal,

More like a soldier than a man o' the church,
As stout and proud as he were lord of all,
Swear like a ruffian.

2 HENRY VI. i. 1.

Now, by God's Mother, priest, I'll shave your

crown for this.

2 HENRY VI. ii. 1.

What, Cardinal, is your priesthood grown peremp

tory?

Churchmen so hot? good uncle, hide such malice.

2 HENRY VI. ii. 1.

Ambitious churchman! leave to afflict my heart; Sorrow and grief have vanquished all my powers.

2 HENRY VI. ii. 1.

Gloster, thou 'lt answer this before the Pope.

Winchester goose !I cry-a rope! a rope!
Now beat them hence; why do you let them stay?
Thee I'll chase hence, thou wolf in sheep's array :
Out, tawney coats! out, scarlet hypocrite!

1 HENRY VI. i. 3.

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.

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.

The Cardinal is the end of this,

The Commons

HENRY VIII. i. 1.

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 Cardinal's 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.

I must tell you,

HENRY VIII. ii. 2.

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: "Tis 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.

Thou art a proud traitor, priest !

HENRY VIII. iii. 2.

I'll startle you,

HENRY VIII. iii. 2.

Worse than the sacring bell, when the brown wench Lay kissing in your arms, Lord Cardinal.

HENRY VIII. iii. 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.