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Being of those virtues vacant. I fear nothing SCENE II.-Lobby before the council-chamber. What can be said against me.
Enter Cranmer ; Servants, Door-keepers, fc. K. Hen.
* Know you not how attending Your state stands i'the world, with the whole world ?! Cran. I hope, I am not too late ; and yet the Your enemies
gentleman, Are many, and not small; their practices
That was sent to me from the council, pray'd me Must bear the same proportion: and not ever?
To make great haste. All fast? what means The justice and the truth o'the question carries
"Yes, my lord; You are potently oppos'd; and with a malice
But yet I cannot help your Why?
Cran. Of as great size. Ween? you of better luck,
D. Keep. Your grace must wait, till you be call'd I mean, in perjur'd witness, than your master, Whose minister you are, whiles here he liv'd Upon this naughty earth? Go to, go to;
Enter Doctor Butts. You take a precipice for no leap of danger,
Cran. And woo your own destruction.
Butts. This is a piece of malice. I am glad, Cran.
God, and your majesty, I came this way so happily : The king Protect mine innocence, or I fall into
Shall understand it presently. (Exit Butts. The trap is laid for me!
Cran. (Aside.) K. Hen.
Be of good cheer; The king's physician; As he past along, They shall no more prevail, than we give way to.
How earnestly he cast his eyes upon me! Keep comfort to you; and this morning see
Pray heaven, he sound not my disgrace! For You do appear before them; if they shall chance,
certain, In charging you with matters, to commit you,
This is of purpose laid, by some that hate me, The best persuasions to the contrary
(God turn their hearts ! I never sought their malice,) Fail not to use, and with what vehemency
To quench mine honour: they would shame to make The occasion shall instruct you: if entreaties
me Will render you no remedy, this ring
Wait else at door; a fellow-counsellor,
Among boys, grooms, and lackeys. But their plear weeps!
Must be fulfill'd, and I attend with patience.
Enter at a window above, the King and Butts. None better in my kingdom.-Get you gone,
Butts. I'll show your grace the strangest sight, And do as I have bid you.
What's that, Butts ? His language in his tears,
Butts. I think, your highness saw this many a day.
There, my lord :
| The high promotion of his grace of Canterbury; Gent. (Within.) Come back; What mean you?
Who holds his state at door, 'mongst pursuivants,
Pages, and footboys. Lady. I'll not come back: the tidings that I
Ha! 'Tis he, indeed : Will make my boldness manners.-Now, good
Is this the honour they do one another ?
'Tis well, there's one above them yet. I had thought, Fly o'er thy royal head, and shade thy person
They had parted so much honesty among them, Under their blessed wings !
(At least good manners,) as not Thus to suffer K. Hen.
Now, by thy looks
A man of his place, and so near our favour, I guess thy inessage. Is the queen deliver'd ?
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 them alone, and draw the curtain close ;
We shall hear more anon.Both now and ever bless her!-'tis a girl,
(Éreit. Promises boys hereafter. Sir, your queen
Enter the Lord Chancellor, the Duke of Suffolk, As cherry is to cherry.
Earl of Surrey, Lord Chamberlain, Gardiner, K. Hen. Lovell, - . and Cromwell. The Chancellor places himself
at the upper end of the lable on the left hand; a Enter Lovell.
seat being left void above him, as for the ArchSir.
bishop of Canterbury. The rest seat themselves K. Hen. Give her a hundred marks. I'll tol in order on each side. Cromwell at the lower the queen.
(Eril King.! end, as secretary. Lady. A hundred marks! By this light, 10l Chan. Speak to the business, master secretary: have more.
Why are we met in council ? An ordinary groom is for such payment.
Please your honours, I will have more, or scold it out of him.
The chief cause concerns his grace of Canterbury. Said I for this, the girl is like to him ?
Gar. Has he had knowledge of it ? I will have more, or else unsay't: and now
Yes, While it is hot, P'll put it to the issue. (Ereunt. Nor.
...Who waits there?
D. Keep. Without, my noble lords? (1) Always. (2) Think.
He has strangled
My lord archbishop ; 1 But reverence to your calling makes me modest. And has done half an hour, to know your pleasuris. Gar. My lord, my lord, you are a sectary, Chan. Let him come in.
That's the plain Iruth! your painted gloss discovers, D. Keep.
Your grace may enler now. To iren ibal understand you, words and weakness. (Cranmer approaches the council-lable.. Crom. My lord of Winchester, you are a little, Chan. My good lord archbishop, I am very sorry By your good favour, too sharp ; men so noble, To sit here at this present, and be hold
Honever faulty, yet should find respect That chair stand empty : But we all are men, For what they have been: 'lis a cruelty, In our own natures frail; and capable
To load a falling man. or our flesh, few are angels : out of which frailty, L. Gar.
Good master secrelary, And want of wisdom, you, that best should teach us, I cry your honour mercy; you may, worst Have misdemean'd yourself, and not a litlle, or all this table, say so. Toward the king first, then his laws, in filling Crom.
Why, my lord ? The whole realm, wy your teaching, and your chap- Gar. Do not I know you for a favourer lains,
orihis new sect? ye are not sound. (For so we are inform’d,) with new opinions,
Not sound? Divers, and dangerous; which are heresies,
Gar. Not sound, I say. And, not reform'd, may prove pernicious.
Would you were half so honest; Gar. Which reformation must be sudden too, Men's prayers then would scek you, not their fears. My noble lords: for those, that tame wild horses,
Gar.'i shall remember this bold language. Pace them not in their hands to make them gentle; 1. Crom. But stop their mouths with stubborn bits, and spur Remember your bold life too. them,
This is too much; Till they obey the manage. If we suffer
Forbear, for shame, my lords. (Out of our easiness, and childish pity
I have done. To one man's honour) this contagious sickness,
And I. Farewell all physic: And what follows then? | Chan. Then thus for you, my lord, — It stands Commotions, uproars, with a general taint
agreed, Of the whole state : as, of late days, our neighbours, I take it, by all voices, that forthwith The upper Germany, can dearly witness,
You be conver'd to the Tower a prisoner ; Yet freshly pilied in our memories.
There to remain till the king's furiher pleasure Cran. My good lords, hitherto, in all the progress Be krown unto us : Are you all agreed, lords? Both of my life and office, I have labour'd,
Al. We are. And with no little study, that my teaching,
Is there no other way of mercy, And the strong course of my authority,
But I must needs to the Tower, my lords ? Might go one way, and safely; and the end
What other Was ever, to do well : nor is there living
Would you expect? You are strangely trouble. (I speak it with a single heart,' my lords,)
For me? With less allegiance in it ! Men, that make Must I go like a traitor thither? Envy, and crooked malice, nourishment,
Receive him, Dare bite the best. I do beseech your lordships, And see him safe i'the Tower. That, in this case of justice, my accusers,
Stay, good my lords, Be what they will, may stand forth face to face, I have a little vet to sav. Look there, my lords; And f eely urge against me.
By virtue of that ring, I take my cause Suf.
Nav, my lord, Out of the gripes of cruel men, and give it That cannot be ; you are a counsellor,
To a most noble judge, the king my master. ded, by that virtue, no man dare arcuse you. Cham. This is the king's ring.. Gar. My lord, because we have business of more Sur.
Tis no counterfeit. moment,
Suf. 'Tis the right ring, by heaven: I told ye all, We will be short 'with you. 'Tis his highness' plea- When we first put this dangerous stone a rolling, sure,
'Twould fall upon ourselves. And our consent, for better trial or voni,
Do you think, my lords, From hence you be committed to the Tower; The king will suffer but the little finger Where, being but a private man again,
or this man to be vex'd ? You shall know many dare accuse you boldly,
'Tis now too certain, More than, I fear, vou are provided for.
How much more is his life in value with him. Cran. Ah, my good lord or Winchester, I thank 'Would I were fairly out on't. you,
My mind gard me, You are alwavs my good friend; if your will pass, in seeking tales, and informations, I shall both find your lordship judge and juror,
this man (whose honesty the devil You are so merciful: I see vour end,
And his disciples only envy at,) 'Tis my undoing: Love, and meckness, lord, Ye blew the fire that burns ye: Now have at ye. Become a churchman better than ambition ; Win straving souls with modesty a rain,
Enter King, frowning on them; lakes his seal. Cast none away. Th
Gar. Dread sovereign, how much are we bound Lay all the weight ve can upon my patience,
to heaven I make as little doubt, as vou do conscience In daily thanks, that gave us such a prince; In doing daily wrongs. I could say inore, Not only good and wise, but most religious:
One that, in all obedience, makes the church (1) ' lo singlences of heart. Acts ii. 40. The chiot aim of his honour; and, to strengtban
That holy duty, out of dear respect,
A shrewd turn, and he is your friend for ever.His royal self in judgment comes to hear
Come, lords, we triffe time away ; I long
So I grow stronger, you more honour gain. (Ezé.
mull within. Enter Porter and his Man. To me you cannot reach, you play the spaniel, And think with wagging of your tongue to win me; Port. You'll leave your noise anon, ve rascals: But, whatsoe'er thou tak'st me for, I am sure, Do you take the court for Paris garden ?? ye rude Thou hast a cruel nature, and a bloody:
slaves, leave your gaping." Good man, (To Cranmer.] sit down. Now let me (Within.) Good master porter, I belong to the see the proudest
larder. He, that dares most, but wag his finger at thee : | Port. Belong lo the gallows, and be hanged, you By all that's holy, he had better starve, .
rogue: Is this a place to roar in ?-Fetch me a Than but once think his place becomes thee not. dozen crab-tree staves, and strong ones; these are Sur. May it please your grace,
but switches to them.--I'll scratch your heads : K. Hen.
No, sir, it does not please me. You must be secing christenings? Do you look for I had thought, I had men of some understanding ale and cakes here, ye rude rascals ? And wisdom, of my council ; but I find none. | Man. Pray, sir, be patient ; 'lis as much imposWas it discretion, lords, to let this man,
sible This good man (rew of you deserve that title,) (Unless we sweep them from the door with cannons,) This honest man, wait like a lousy foolboy | To scatter them, as 'tis to make them sleep At chamber-door ? and one as great as you are ? On May day morning; which will never be: Why, what a shame was this ! Did my commission We may as well push against Paul's, as stir them. Bid ve so far forget yourselves? I gave ve
Port. How got they in, and be hang'd ? Power, as he was a counsellor, to try him,
Man. Alas, I know not; How gets the tide in ? Not as a groom : There's some of ye, I see, As much as one sound cudgel of lour foot More out of malice than integrity,
|(You see the poor remainder) could distribute, Would try him to the utmost, had ye mean; I made no spare, sir. Which ye shall never have, while I live.
* You did nothing, sir. Chan.
Thus far, Man. I am not Samson, nor sir Guy, nor ColMy most dread sovereign, may it like your grace brand, to mow them down before me: but, if I To let my tongue excuse all. What was purpos'd spared any, that had a head to hit, either young or Concerning his imprisonment, was rather
old, he or she, cuckold or cuckold-maker, let me (If there be faith in men) ineant for his trial, never hope to see a chine again; and that I would And fair purgation to the world, than malice; not for a cow, God save her. I am sure, in me.
(Within.) Do you hear, master-porter ? K. Hen. Well, well, my lords, respect him ;! Port. I shall be with you presenlly, good master Take him, and use him well, he's worthy of it. puppy.--Keep the door close, sirrah. I will say thus much for him, If a prince
Man. \Vhat would you have me do? May be beholden to a subject, I
Port. What should you do, but knock them down Am, for his love and service, so to him.
by the dozens? Is this Moorfields to muster in? or Make me no more ado, but all embrace him ; have we some strange Indian with the great tool Be friends, for shame, my lords.--My lord of Can- come to court, the women so besiege us? Bless me, terbury,
what a fry of fornication is at door! On my ChrisI have a suit which you must not deny me; tian conscience, this one christening will beget a That is, a fair voung maid that yet wants baptism, thousand; here will be father, godlather, and all
d all You must be godfather, and answer for her. together.
Cran. The greatest monarch now alive may glory Man. The spoons will be the bigger, sir, There In such an honour : How may I deserve it, is a fellow somewhat near the door, he should be a That am a poor and humble subject to you? brazier by his face, for, o'my conscience, twenty of K. Hen. Come, come, my lord, you'd spare your the dog-davs now reign in's nose; all that stand spoons ;' you sha!l have
about him are under the line, they need no other Two noble partners with you ; the old duchess of penance: That fire-drake did 'I hit three times on Norfolk,
ihe head, and three times was his nose discharged And ladv marquis Dorset ; Will these please you? against me; he stands there, like a mortar piece, to Once more, my lord of Winchester, I charge you, blow us. There was a haberdasher's wife of small Embrace, and love this man..
wit near him, that railed upon me till her pink'd Gar.
With a true heart, norringers fell off her head, for kindling such a comAnd brother-love, I do it.
bustion in the state. I miss'd the meteor once, and And let Heaven
hit that woman, who cried out, Clubs! when I Witness, how dear I hold this confirmation. might see from far some sorty truncheoneers draw K. Hen. Good man, those joyful lears show thy to her succour, which were the hope of the Strand, true heart."
where she was quartered. They fell on; I made The common voice, I see, is verified
good my place; at length they came to the broom. or thee, which says thus, Do my lord of Canter- staff with me, 'I defied them still; when suddenly
a file of boys behind them, loose shot, delivered
such a shower of pebbles, that I was sain to draw (1) It was an ancient custom for sponsors to present spoons to their god-children.
(4) Guy of Warwick, nor Colbrand the Danish (2) The bear-garden on the Bank-side, (3) Roaring
1° (5) Pink'd cap. (6) The brazier.
mine honour in, and let them win the work: The With this kiss take my blessing: God protect thee! devil was amongst them, I think, surely
Into whose bands I give thy life. Port. These are the youths that thunder at a: Cran.
Amen. play-house, and fight for bitten apples; that no au- K. Hen. My noble gossips, ye have been too dience, but the Tribulativa of Tower-hill, or the limbs of Limehouse, their dear brothers, are able to I thank ve heartily; so shall this lady, endure. I have some of them in limbo patrum,' When she has so much English. and there they are like to dance these three days; . Cran.
Let me speak, sir, besides the running banquet of two beadles,' thai For Heaven now bids me; and the words I utter is to come.
Let none think flattery, for they'll find them truth. Enter the Lord Chamberlain.
This royal infant (Heaven still move about her!)
Though in her cradle, yet now promises Cham. Mercy o'me, what a multitude are here! Upon this land a thousand thousand blessings, They grow still too, froin all parts they are coming, Which time shall bring to ripeness: She shall be As it we kept a fair here! Where are these porters, (But few now living can behold that goodness) These lazy knaves ?-Ye have made a fine hand, À pattern to all princes living with her, i fellows,
And all that shall succeed : Sheba was never There's a trim rabble let in : Are all these
More covetous of wisdom, and fair virtue, Your faithful friends o'the suburbs? We shall hare Than this pure soul shall be: all princely graces, Great store of room, no doubt, les for the ladies, That mould up such a mighty piece as this is, When they pass back from the christening. With all the virtues that attend the good, Port.
An't please your honour, Shall still be doubled on her : truth shall nurse her, We are but men; and what so many may do, Holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her: Not being torn a-pieces, we have done :
She shall be lor'd, and lear'd: Her own shall bless An army cannot rule them.
As I live,
Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, If the king blame me for't, I'll lay ye ali
And bang their heads with sorrow: Good grow By the heels, and suddenly; and on your heads
with her: Clap round fines, for neglect: You are lazy knares; In her days, every man shall eat in safety And here ye lie baiting of bumbards," when Under his own vine, what he plants; and sing Ye should do service. Hark, the trumpets sound: The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours: They are come already from the christening: God shall be truly known; and those about ber Go, break among the press, and find a way out From her shall read the perfect ways of honour, To let the troop pass fairly; or I'll find
And by those claim their greatness, not by blood. A Marshalsea, shall hold you play these two months. I [Nors"sball this peace sleep with her: But as when Port. Make way there for the princess.
The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phænix, Man. You great fellow, stand close up, or I'll Her ashes new create another heir, make your head ache.
As great in admiration as herself; Pori. You i'the camblet, get up o'the rail ; I'll So sball she leave her blessedness to one, pick* you o'er the pales else.
(Ereint. (When heaven shalt call her from this cloud of SCENE IV, The Palace.)
Enter trumpets, | Who, from the sacred ashes of her honour, sounding; then tipo Aldermen, Lord Mayor, Shall star-like rise, as great in fame as sbe was, Gerter, Cranmer, Drike of Norfolk, trith his And so stand fix'd: Peace, plenty, love, truth, ter marshal's staff, Duke of Suffolk, treo Noblemen
ror, bearing great standing-borcls, for the christen- That were the servants to this chosen infant, ing gifts, then four Noblemen bearing a can- Shall then be his, and like a vide grow to him; opy, under which the Duchess of Norfolk, god. Wherever the bright sun of heaven shall shine, mother, bearing the Chill, richly habited in a His honour and the greatness of his name mantle, se. Trein borne by a Lady; then fol-Shall be, and make new nations: He shall fourist, lows the Marchioness of Dorset, the other god- And, like a mountain cedar, reach his branches mother, and Ladies. The troop pass once about To all the plains about him:-Our children the stage, and Garter speaks. Gart. Heaven, from the endless goodness, send Shall see this, and bless Heaven. prosperous life, long, and ever happy, to the highl K. Hen..
Thou speakest wonders. and Inighty princess of England, Elizabeth | Cran. She shall be, to the bappiness of England,
An aged princess; many days shall see her,
And yet no day without a deed to crown it. Cran. (Kseeing.) And to your royal grace, and 'Would I had known no more! but she must die, the good queen,
She must, the saints must have her ; yet a virgin, My noble partners, and mysell, thus prar: - A most unspotted lily shall she pass All comfort, joy, in this most gracious lady, To the ground, and all the world shall mourn her. Hearen ever laid up to make parents happy,
K. Hen. O lord archbishop, May hourly fall upon ye!
Thou hast made me now a man ; Dever, before
This oracle of comfort has so pleasd me,
i That, when I am in heaven, I shall desire K. Hen.
Stand up, lord. - To see what this child does, and praise my Maker.[The King kisses the child. I thank re all,-To you, my good lord mayor,
And your good brethren, I am much beholden; (1) Place of confinement. (e) A dessert of whipping,
| (6) This and the following serenteen lines were (s) Black leather vessels to hold beer.
probably written by B. Jonson, after the accession Pilch
(5) Al Greenwich. Tor king James
I have receir'd much honour by your presence; For such a one we show'd them: If they smile,
All the best men are ours; for 'tis ill hap,
The play of Henry the Eighth is one of those
which still keeps possession of the stage by the
splendor of its pageantry. The coronation, about 'TIS ten to one, this play can never please
forty years ago, drew the people together in multiAll that are here: Some come to take their ease, tudes for a great part of the winter. Yet pomp is And sleep an act or two; but those, we fear, not the only merit of this play. The meek sorrows, We have frighted with our trumpets; so, 'tis clear, and virtuous distress of Katharine, have furnished They'll say, 'tis naught: others, to hear the city some scenes, which may be justly numbered among Abus'd extremely, and to cry,-thai's willy. the greatest efforts of tragedy. But the genius of Which we have not done neither: that, I fear, Shakspeare comes in and goes out with Katharine. All the expected good we are like to hear
Every other part may be easily conceived and easily For this play at this time, is only in
written. The mereiful construction of good women;