图书图片
PDF
ePub

Of this commission ? I believe, not any.
We must not rend our subjects from our laws,
And stick them in our will. Sixth part of each ?
A trembling contribution! Why, we take,
From every tree, lop, bark, and part o'the timber;
And, though we leave it with a root, thus hack'd,
The air will drink the sap. To every county,
Where this is question'd, send our letters, with
Free pardon to each man that has denied
The force of this commission : Pray, look to 't:
I put it to your care.
Wol. A word with you.

[To the Secretary.
Let there be letters writ to every shire,
Of the king's grace and pardon. The grieved Commons
Hardly conceive of me ; let it be noised,
That, through our intercession, this revokement
And pardon comes : I shall anon advise you
Further in the proceeding.
BUCKINGHAM'S ADDRESS TO THE PEOPLE, WHILE LED TO

EXECUTION.

All good people, You that thus far have come to pity me, Hear what I say, and then go home and lose me. I have this day received a traitor's judgment, And by that name must die; Yet, heaven bear witness, And, if I have a conscience, let it sink me, Even as the axe falls, if I be not faithful ! The law I bear no malice for my death; It has done, upon the premises, but justice. But those that sought it I could wish more Christians: Be what they will, I heartily forgive them: Yet let them look they glory not in mischief, Nor build their evils on the graves of great men ; For then my guiltless blood must cry against them.

For further life in this world I ne'er hope, Nor will I sue, although the king have mercies More than I dare make faults. You few that loved me, And dare be bold to weep for Buckingham, His noble friends, and fellows, whom to leave Is only bitter to him, only dying, Go with me, like good angels, to my end; And, as the long divorce of steel falls on me,

lord and me,

Make of your prayers one sweet sacrifice,
And lift my soul to heaven.—Lead on, oʻGod's name.
QUEEN KATHARINE CHARGES WOLSEY WITH HER

WRONGS.
Q. Kath. Lord cardinal,
To you I speak.

Wol. Your pleasure, madam!

Q. Kath. Sir,
I am about to weep : but, thinking that
We are a queen, (or long have dream'd so,) certain,
The daughter of a king, my drops of tears
I'll turn to sparks of fire.

Wol. Be patient yet.

Q. Kath. I will, when you are humble; nay, before,
Or God will punish me. I do believe,
Induced by potent circumstances, that
You are mine enemy; and make my challenge,
You shall not be my judge: for it is you
Have blown this coal betwixt

my
Which God's dew quench !—Therefore, I say again,
I utterly abhor, yea, from my soul,
Refuse

you

for my judge ; whom, yet once more,
I hold my most malicious foe, and think not
At all a friend to truth.

Wol. Madam, you do me wrong:
I have no spleen against you; nor injustice
For you, or any: how far I have proceeded,
Or how far further sball, is warranted
By a commission from the consistory,
Yea, the whole consistory of Rome.

Q. Kath. My lord, my lord,
I am a simple woman, much too weak
To oppose your cunning. You are meek and humble-

mouth'd;
You sign your place and calling, in full seeming,
With meekness and humility: but your heart
Is cramm'd with arrogancy, spleen, and pride.
You have, by fortune and his highness' favours,
Gone slightly o’er low steps; and now are mounted
Where powers are your retainers ;

and

your words, Domestics to you, serve your will, as't please Yourself pronounce

their office. I must tell you,

[ocr errors]

You tender more your person's honour, than
Your high profession spiritual: That again
I do refuse you for my judge; and here,
Before you all, appeal unto the pope,
To bring my whole cause 'fore his holiness,
And to be judged by him.

KING HENRY FROWNS ON WOLSEY.

This paper

K. Hen. 'T is nobly spoken:
Take notice, lords, he has a loyal breast,
For you have seen him open 't.—Read o'er this;

[Giving him papers. And, after, this; and then to breakfast, with What appetite you have.

[Exit King, frowning upon Cardinal Wolsey: the

nobles throng after him, smiling and whispering.
Wol. What should this mean?
What sudden anger's this ? how have I reap'd it?
He parted frowning from me, as if ruin
Leap'd from his eyes: So looks the chafed lion
Upon the daring huntsman that has galld him;
Then makes him nothing. I must read this paper ;
I fear, the story of his anger.—'T is so;
has undone me:-

_'Tis the account
Of all that world of wealth I have drawn together
For mine own ends ; indeed, to gain the popedom,
And fee my friends in Rome. O negligence,
Fit for a fool to fall by! What cross devil
Made me put this main secret in the packet
I sent the king? Is there no way to cure this?
No new device to beat this from his brains ?
I know 't will stir him strongly; Yet I know
A way, if it take right, in spite of fortune
Will bring me off again. What's this To the Pope ?
The letter, as I live, with all the business
I writ to his holiness. Nay, then, farewell!
I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness
And, from that full meridian of my glory,
I haste now to my setting : I shall fall
Like a bright exhalation in the evening,
And no man see me more.

GRIFFITH'S CHARACTER OF WOLSEY TO QUEEN

KATHARINE.
Grif. How does your grace ?
Kath. O Griffith, sick

to death :
Didst thou not tell me, Griffith, as thou led’st me,
That the great child of honour, Cardinal Wolsey,
Was dead?

Grif. Yes, madam; but I think your grace,
Out of the pain you suffer’d, gave no ear to't.

Kath. So may he rest; his faults lie gently on him !
Yet thus far, Griffith, give me leave to speak of him,
And yet with charity, He was a man
Of an unbounded stomach, ever ranking
Himself with princes; one that by suggestion
Tied all the kingdom: simony was fair play ;
His own opinion was his law: I' the presence
He would say untruths; 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.

Grif. Noble madam,
Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues
We write in water. May it please your highness
To hear me speak his good now?

Kath. Yes, good Griffith;
I were malicious else.

Grif. This cardinal, Though from an humble stock, undoubtedly Was fashion'd to much honour. From his cradle He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one ; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading: Lofty and sour to them that loved 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 princely: Ever witness for him Those twins of learning, that he raised in you, Ipswich and Oxford ! one of which fell with him, Unwilling to outlive 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 God.

Kath. After my death I wish no other herald,
No other speaker of my living actions,
To keep mine honour from corruption,
But such an honest chronicler as Griffith.
Whom I most hated living, thou hast made me,
With thy religious truth and modesty,
Now in his ashes honour: Peace be with him !

TROILUS AND CRESSIDA.

ULYSSES SPEAKS OF THE EVILS THAT ARISE FROM NEGLECTING TOE RIGHTS OF AUTHORITY AND JUST ORDER.

The heavens themselves, the planets, and this centre,
Observe degree, priority, and place,
Insisture, course, proportion, season, form,
Office, and custom, in all line of order:
And therefore is the glorious planet, Sol,
In noble eminence enthroned and sphered
Amidst the other; whose med'cinable eye
Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil,
And posts, like the commandment of a king,
Sans check, to good and bad.

But when the planets,
In evil mixture, to disorder wander,
What plagues, and what portents ! what mutiny!
What raging of the sea ! shaking of earth!
Commotion in the winds! frights, changes, horrors,
Divert and crack, rend and deracinate,
The unity and married calm of states
Quite from their fixture! O, when degree is shaken,
Which is the ladder of all high designs,
The enterprise is sick!

« 上一页继续 »