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twg_000000019700 | man at arms. I speak not this as doubting any here; For did I but suspect a fearful man, He should have leave to go away betimes, Lest in our need he might infect another And make him of the like spirit to himself. If any such be here, as God forbid! Let him depart before we need his help. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019701 | OXFORD. Women and children of so high a courage, And warriors faint! Why, twere perpetual shame. O, brave young Prince, thy famous grandfather Doth live again in thee. Long mayst thou live To bear his image and renew his glories! SOMERSET. And he that will not fight for such a hope, Go home to bed and, like the owl by | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019702 | day, If he arise, be mocked and wondered at. QUEEN MARGARET. Thanks, gentle Somerset. Sweet Oxford, thanks. PRINCE EDWARD. And take his thanks that yet hath nothing else. Enter a Messenger. MESSENGER. Prepare you, lords, for Edward is at hand Ready to fight; therefore be resolute. OXFORD. I thought no less. It is his policy To haste thus fast, to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019703 | find us unprovided. SOMERSET. But hes deceived; we are in readiness. QUEEN MARGARET. This cheers my heart, to see your forwardness. OXFORD. Here pitch our battle; hence we will not budge. Flourish and march. Enter King Edward, Richard, George and Soldiers. KING EDWARD. Brave followers, yonder stands the thorny wood Which by the heavens assistance and your strength Must by | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019704 | the roots be hewn up yet ere night. I need not add more fuel to your fire, For, well I wot, ye blaze to burn them out. Give signal to the fight, and to it, lords! QUEEN MARGARET. Lords, knights, and gentlemen, what I should say My tears gainsay; for every word I speak Ye see I drink the water | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019705 | of my eye. Therefore, no more but this: Henry, your sovereign, Is prisoner to the foe, his state usurped, His realm a slaughter-house, his subjects slain, His statutes cancelled, and his treasure spent; And yonder is the wolf that makes this spoil. You fight in justice. Then, in Gods name, lords, Be valiant and give signal to the fight. [_Alarum, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019706 | retreat, excursions. Exeunt both armies_] SCENE V. Another part of the Field Flourish. Enter King Edward, Richard, George and Soldiers; with Queen Margaret, Oxford and Somerset as prisoners. KING EDWARD. Now here a period of tumultuous broils. Away with Oxford to Hames Castle straight. For Somerset, off with his guilty head. Go, bear them hence; I will not hear them | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019707 | speak. OXFORD. For my part, Ill not trouble thee with words. SOMERSET. Nor I, but stoop with patience to my fortune. [_Exeunt Oxford and Somerset, guarded._] QUEEN MARGARET. So part we sadly in this troublous world, To meet with joy in sweet Jerusalem. KING EDWARD. Is proclamation made that who finds Edward Shall have a high reward, and he his | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019708 | life? RICHARD. It is, and lo where youthful Edward comes. Enter soldiers with Prince Edward. KING EDWARD. Bring forth the gallant; let us hear him speak. What, can so young a man begin to prick? Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make For bearing arms, for stirring up my subjects, And all the trouble thou hast turned me to? PRINCE EDWARD. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019709 | Speak like a subject, proud, ambitious York. Suppose that I am now my fathers mouth; Resign thy chair, and where I stand kneel thou, Whilst I propose the selfsame words to thee Which, traitor, thou wouldst have me answer to. QUEEN MARGARET. Ah, thy father had been so resolved! RICHARD. That you might still have worn the petticoat And neer | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019710 | have stoln the breech from Lancaster. PRINCE EDWARD. Let Aesop fable in a winters night; His currish riddle sorts not with this place. RICHARD. By heaven, brat, Ill plague you for that word. QUEEN MARGARET. Ay, thou wast born to be a plague to men. RICHARD. For Gods sake, take away this captive scold. PRINCE EDWARD. Nay, take away this | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019711 | scolding crookback rather. KING EDWARD. Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm your tongue. GEORGE. Untutored lad, thou art too malapert. PRINCE EDWARD. I know my duty; you are all undutiful. Lascivious Edward, and thou perjured George, And thou misshapen Dick, I tell ye all I am your better, traitors as ye are, And thou usurpst my fathers right and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019712 | mine. KING EDWARD. Take that, the likeness of this railer here. [_Stabs him._] RICHARD. Sprawlst thou? Take that to end thy agony. [_Stabs him._] GEORGE. And theres for twitting me with perjury. [_Stabs him._] QUEEN MARGARET. O, kill me too! RICHARD. Marry, and shall. [_Offers to kill her._] KING EDWARD. Hold, Richard, hold; for we have done too much. RICHARD. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019713 | Why should she live to fill the world with words? KING EDWARD. What, doth she swoon? Use means for her recovery. RICHARD. Clarence, excuse me to the King my brother. Ill hence to London on a serious matter. Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news. GEORGE. What? What? RICHARD. The Tower, the Tower! [_Exit._] QUEEN MARGARET. O | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019714 | Ned, sweet Ned, speak to thy mother, boy. Canst thou not speak? O traitors, murderers! They that stabbed Caesar shed no blood at all, Did not offend, nor were not worthy blame, If this foul deed were by to equal it. He was a man; this, in respect, a child, And men neer spend their fury on a child. Whats | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019715 | worse than murderer, that I may name it? No, no, my heart will burst an if I speak; And I will speak, that so my heart may burst. Butchers and villains, bloody cannibals! How sweet a plant have you untimely cropped! You have no children, butchers; if you had, The thought of them would have stirred up remorse. But if | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019716 | you ever chance to have a child, Look in his youth to have him so cut off As, deathsmen, you have rid this sweet young prince! KING EDWARD. Away with her; go bear her hence perforce. QUEEN MARGARET. Nay, never bear me hence, dispatch me here. Here sheathe thy sword; Ill pardon thee my death. What, wilt thou not? Then, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019717 | Clarence, do it thou. GEORGE. By heaven, I will not do thee so much ease. QUEEN MARGARET. Good Clarence, do; sweet Clarence, do thou do it. GEORGE. Didst thou not hear me swear I would not do it? QUEEN MARGARET. Ay, but thou usest to forswear thyself. Twas sin before, but now tis charity. What, wilt thou not? Where is | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019718 | that devils butcher, Richard, Hard-favoured Richard? Richard, where art thou? Thou art not here. Murder is thy alms-deed; Petitioners for blood thou neer puttst back. KING EDWARD. Away, I say! I charge ye, bear her hence. QUEEN MARGARET. So come to you and yours as to this prince! [_She is taken out._] KING EDWARD. Wheres Richard gone? GEORGE. To London | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019719 | all in post, and, as I guess, To make a bloody supper in the Tower. KING EDWARD. Hes sudden if a thing comes in his head. Now march we hence. Discharge the common sort With pay and thanks, and lets away to London And see our gentle Queen how well she fares. By this, I hope, she hath a son | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019720 | for me. [_Exeunt._] SCENE VI. London. The Tower Enter King Henry and Richard, with the Lieutenant on the walls. RICHARD. Good day, my lord. What, at your book so hard? KING HENRY. Ay, my good lordmy lord, I should say rather. Tis sin to flatter; good was little better: Good Gloucester and good devil were alike, And both preposterous; therefore, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019721 | not good lord. RICHARD. Sirrah, leave us to ourselves; we must confer. [_Exit Lieutenant._] KING HENRY. So flies the reckless shepherd from the wolf; So first the harmless sheep doth yield his fleece, And next his throat unto the butchers knife. What scene of death hath Roscius now to act? RICHARD. Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; The thief doth | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019722 | fear each bush an officer. KING HENRY. The bird that hath been limed in a bush With trembling wings misdoubteth every bush; And I, the hapless male to one sweet bird, Have now the fatal object in my eye Where my poor young was limed, was caught, and killed. RICHARD. Why, what a peevish fool was that of Crete That | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019723 | taught his son the office of a fowl! And yet, for all his wings, the fool was drowned. KING HENRY. I, Daedalus; my poor boy, Icarus; Thy father, Minos, that denied our course; The sun that seared the wings of my sweet boy, Thy brother Edward; and thyself, the sea Whose envious gulf did swallow up his life. Ah, kill | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019724 | me with thy weapon, not with words! My breast can better brook thy daggers point Than can my ears that tragic history. But wherefore dost thou come? Is t for my life? RICHARD. Thinkst thou I am an executioner? KING HENRY. A persecutor I am sure thou art. If murdering innocents be executing, Why, then thou art an executioner. RICHARD. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019725 | Thy son I killed for his presumption. KING HENRY. Hadst thou been killed when first thou didst presume, Thou hadst not lived to kill a son of mine. And thus I prophesy: that many a thousand Which now mistrust no parcel of my fear, And many an old mans sigh, and many a widows, And many an orphans water-standing eye, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019726 | Men for their sons, wives for their husbands, Orphans for their parents timeless death, Shall rue the hour that ever thou wast born. The owl shrieked at thy birth, an evil sign; The night-crow cried, aboding luckless time; Dogs howled, and hideous tempest shook down trees; The raven rooked her on the chimneys top, And chattring pies in dismal discord | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019727 | sung; Thy mother felt more than a mothers pain, And yet brought forth less than a mothers hope, To wit, an indigested and deformed lump, Not like the fruit of such a goodly tree. Teeth hadst thou in thy head when thou wast born, To signify thou camst to bite the world; And, if the rest be true which I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019728 | have heard, Thou camst RICHARD. Ill hear no more. Die, prophet, in thy speech. [_Stabs him._] For this, amongst the rest, was I ordained. KING HENRY. Ay, and for much more slaughter after this. O God, forgive my sins, and pardon thee! [_Dies._] RICHARD. What, will the aspiring blood of Lancaster Sink in the ground? I thought it would have | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019729 | mounted. See how my sword weeps for the poor Kings death. O, may such purple tears be always shed From those that wish the downfall of our house! If any spark of life be yet remaining, Down, down to hell; and say I sent thee thither [_Stabs him again._] I that have neither pity, love, nor fear. Indeed, tis true | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019730 | that Henry told me of, For I have often heard my mother say I came into the world with my legs forward. Had I not reason, think ye, to make haste And seek their ruin that usurped our right? The midwife wondered, and the women cried O, Jesus bless us, he is born with teeth! And so I was, which | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019731 | plainly signified That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog. Then, since the heavens have shaped my body so, Let hell make crooked my mind to answer it. I have no brother, I am like no brother; And this word love, which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me. I am | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019732 | myself alone. Clarence, beware; thou keepst me from the light, But I will sort a pitchy day for thee; For I will buzz abroad such prophecies That Edward shall be fearful of his life; And then, to purge his fear, Ill be thy death. King Henry and the Prince his son are gone; Clarence, thy turn is next, and then | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019733 | the rest, Counting myself but bad till I be best. Ill throw thy body in another room, And triumph, Henry, in thy day of doom. [_Exit with the body._] SCENE VII. London. The Palace Flourish. Enter King Edward, Queen Elizabeth, George, Richard, Hastings, Nurse, carrying infant Prince Edward, and Attendants. KING EDWARD. Once more we sit in Englands royal throne, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019734 | Repurchased with the blood of enemies. What valiant foemen, like to autumns corn, Have we mowed down in tops of all their pride! Three Dukes of Somerset, threefold renowned For hardy and undoubted champions; Two Cliffords, as the father and the son; And two Northumberlands; two braver men Neer spurred their coursers at the trumpets sound; With them the two | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019735 | brave bears, Warwick and Montague, That in their chains fettered the kingly lion And made the forest tremble when they roared. Thus have we swept suspicion from our seat And made our footstool of security. Come hither, Bess, and let me kiss my boy. Young Ned, for thee thine uncles and myself Have in our armours watched the winters night, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019736 | Went all afoot in summers scalding heat, That thou mightst repossess the crown in peace; And of our labours thou shalt reap the gain. RICHARD. [_Aside_.] Ill blast his harvest, if your head were laid; For yet I am not looked on in the world. This shoulder was ordained so thick to heave, And heave it shall some weight or | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019737 | break my back. Work thou the way, and that shall execute. KING EDWARD. Clarence and Gloucester, love my lovely Queen; And kiss your princely nephew, brothers both. GEORGE. The duty that I owe unto your Majesty I seal upon the lips of this sweet babe. QUEEN ELIZABETH. Thanks, noble Clarence; worthy brother, thanks. RICHARD. And, that I love the tree | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019738 | from whence thou sprangst, Witness the loving kiss I give the fruit. [_Aside_.] To say the truth, so Judas kissed his master And cried All hail! when as he meant all harm. KING EDWARD. Now am I seated as my soul delights, Having my countrys peace and brothers loves. GEORGE. What will your Grace have done with Margaret? Reignier, her | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019739 | father, to the King of France Hath pawned the Sicils and Jerusalem, And hither have they sent it for her ransom. KING EDWARD. Away with her and waft her hence to France. And now what rests but that we spend the time With stately triumphs, mirthful comic shows, Such as befits the pleasure of the court? Sound drums and trumpets! | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019740 | Farewell, sour annoy! For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy. [_Exeunt._] KING HENRY THE EIGHTH Contents ACT I Prologue. Scene I. London. An ante-chamber in the palace Scene II. The same. The council-chamber Scene III. An ante-chamber in the palace Scene IV. A Hall in York Place ACT II Scene I. Westminster. A street Scene II. An ante-chamber in | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019741 | the palace Scene III. An ante-chamber of the Queens apartments Scene IV. A hall in Blackfriars ACT III Scene I. London. The Queens apartments Scene II. Ante-chamber to the Kings apartment ACT IV Scene I. A street in Westminster Scene II. Kimbolton ACT V Scene I. A gallery in the palace Scene II. Lobby before the council-chamber Scene III. The | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019742 | palace yard Scene IV. The palace Epilogue Dramatis Person KING HENRY THE EIGHTH DUKE OF NORFOLK DUKE OF SUFFOLK CARDINAL WOLSEY SECRETARIES to Wolsey CROMWELL, servant to Wolsey CARDINAL CAMPEIUS GARDINER, Bishop of Winchester PAGE to Gardiner QUEEN KATHERINE, wife to King Henry, afterwards divorced GRIFFITH, gentleman usher to Queen Katherine PATIENCE, woman to Queen Katherine Queens GENTLEMAN USHER CAPUTIUS, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019743 | Ambassador from the Emperor Charles V DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM LORD ABERGAVENNY, Buckinghams son-in-law EARL OF SURREY, Buckinghams son-in-law SIR NICHOLAS VAUX SURVEYOR to the Duke of Buckingham BRANDON SERGEANT-at-Arms Three Gentlemen ANNE BULLEN, her Maid of Honour, afterwards Queen An OLD LADY, friend to Anne Bullen LORD CHAMBERLAIN LORD SANDYS (called also SIR WILLIAM SANDYS) SIR THOMAS LOVELL SIR HENRY | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019744 | GUILDFORD BISHOP OF LINCOLN CRANMER, archbishop of Canterbury LORD CHANCELLOR GARTER King-of-Arms SIR ANTHONY DENNY DOCTOR BUTTS, physician to the King Door-KEEPER of the Council-chamber PORTER, and his Man A CRIER PROLOGUE EPILOGUE Spirits, Several Lords and Ladies in the Dumb Shows; Women attending upon the Queen; Scribes, Officers, Guards, and other Attendants SCENE: London; Westminster; Kimbolton Enter Prologue. THE | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019745 | PROLOGUE. I come no more to make you laugh. Things now That bear a weighty and a serious brow, Sad, high, and working, full of state and woe, Such noble scenes as draw the eye to flow, We now present. Those that can pity, here May, if they think it well, let fall a tear; The subject will deserve it. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019746 | Such as give Their money out of hope they may believe May here find truth too. Those that come to see Only a show or two, and so agree The play may pass, if they be still and willing, Ill undertake may see away their shilling Richly in two short hours. Only they That come to hear a merry bawdy | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019747 | play, A noise of targets, or to see a fellow In a long motley coat guarded with yellow, Will be deceived. For, gentle hearers, know To rank our chosen truth with such a show As fool and fight is, beside forfeiting Our own brains and the opinion that we bring To make that only true we now intend, Will leave | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019748 | us never an understanding friend. Therefore, for goodness sake, and as you are known The first and happiest hearers of the town, Be sad, as we would make ye. Think ye see The very persons of our noble story As they were living; think you see them great, And followed with the general throng and sweat Of thousand friends; then, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019749 | in a moment, see How soon this mightiness meets misery; And if you can be merry then, Ill say A man may weep upon his wedding day. [_Exit._] ACT I SCENE I. London. An ante-chamber in the palace. Enter the Duke of Norfolk at one door; at the other, the Duke of Buckingham and the Lord Abergavenny. BUCKINGHAM. Good morrow, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019750 | and well met. How have ye done Since last we saw in France? NORFOLK. I thank your Grace, Healthful, and ever since a fresh admirer Of what I saw there. BUCKINGHAM. An untimely ague Stayed me a prisoner in my chamber when Those suns of glory, those two lights of men, Met in the vale of Andren. NORFOLK. Twixt Guynes | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019751 | and Arde. I was then present, saw them salute on horseback, Beheld them when they lighted, how they clung In their embracement, as they grew together Which had they, what four throned ones could have weighed Such a compounded one? BUCKINGHAM. All the whole time I was my chambers prisoner. NORFOLK. Then you lost The view of earthly glory. Men | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019752 | might say, Till this time pomp was single, but now married To one above itself. Each following day Became the next days master, till the last Made former wonders its. Today the French, All clinquant, all in gold, like heathen gods, Shone down the English; and tomorrow, they Made Britain India: every man that stood Showed like a mine. Their | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019753 | dwarfish pages were As cherubins, all gilt. The madams too, Not used to toil, did almost sweat to bear The pride upon them, that their very labour Was to them as a painting. Now this masque Was cried incomparable; and th ensuing night Made it a fool and beggar. The two kings, Equal in lustre, were now best, now worst, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019754 | As presence did present them: him in eye, Still him in praise; and being present both, Twas said they saw but one, and no discerner Durst wag his tongue in censure. When these suns For so they phrase emby their heralds challenged The noble spirits to arms, they did perform Beyond thoughts compass, that former fabulous story, Being now seen | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019755 | possible enough, got credit, That Bevis was believed. BUCKINGHAM. O, you go far. NORFOLK. As I belong to worship and affect In honour honesty, the tract of everything Would by a good discourser lose some life, Which actions self was tongue to. All was royal; To the disposing of it nought rebelled; Order gave each thing view; the office did | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019756 | Distinctly his full function. BUCKINGHAM. Who did guide, I mean, who set the body and the limbs Of this great sport together, as you guess? NORFOLK. One, certes, that promises no element In such a business. BUCKINGHAM. I pray you who, my lord? NORFOLK. All this was ordered by the good discretion Of the right reverend Cardinal of York. BUCKINGHAM. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019757 | The devil speed him! No mans pie is freed From his ambitious finger. What had he To do in these fierce vanities? I wonder That such a keech can with his very bulk Take up the rays o th beneficial sun And keep it from the earth. NORFOLK. Surely, sir, Theres in him stuff that puts him to these ends; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019758 | For, being not propped by ancestry, whose grace Chalks successors their way, nor called upon For high feats done to th crown; neither allied To eminent assistants, but spider-like, Out of his self-drawing web, he gives us note The force of his own merit makes his way A gift that heaven gives for him, which buys A place next to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019759 | the King. ABERGAVENNY. I cannot tell What heaven hath given himlet some graver eye Pierce into thatbut I can see his pride Peep through each part of him. Whence has he that? If not from hell, the devil is a niggard, Or has given all before, and he begins A new hell in himself. BUCKINGHAM. Why the devil, Upon this | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019760 | French going-out, took he upon him, Without the privity o th King, t appoint Who should attend on him? He makes up the file Of all the gentry, for the most part such To whom as great a charge as little honour He meant to lay upon; and his own letter, The honourable board of council out, Must fetch him | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019761 | in he papers. ABERGAVENNY. I do know Kinsmen of mine, three at the least, that have By this so sickened their estates that never They shall abound as formerly. BUCKINGHAM. O, many Have broke their backs with laying manors on em For this great journey. What did this vanity But minister communication of A most poor issue? NORFOLK. Grievingly I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019762 | think The peace between the French and us not values The cost that did conclude it. BUCKINGHAM. Every man, After the hideous storm that followed, was A thing inspired and, not consulting, broke Into a general prophecy, that this tempest, Dashing the garment of this peace, aboded The sudden breach ont. NORFOLK. Which is budded out, For France hath flawed | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019763 | the league, and hath attached Our merchants goods at Bordeaux. ABERGAVENNY. Is it therefore Th ambassador is silenced? NORFOLK. Marry, ist. ABERGAVENNY. A proper title of a peace, and purchased At a superfluous rate! BUCKINGHAM. Why, all this business Our reverend Cardinal carried. NORFOLK. Like it your Grace, The state takes notice of the private difference Betwixt you and the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019764 | Cardinal. I advise you And take it from a heart that wishes towards you Honour and plenteous safetythat you read The Cardinals malice and his potency Together; to consider further that What his high hatred would effect wants not A minister in his power. You know his nature, That hes revengeful, and I know his sword Hath a sharp edge; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019765 | its long, and t may be said It reaches far, and where twill not extend, Thither he darts it. Bosom up my counsel; Youll find it wholesome. Lo, where comes that rock That I advise your shunning. Enter Cardinal Wolsey, the purse borne before him, certain of the Guard and two Secretaries with papers. The Cardinal in his passage fixeth | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019766 | his eye on Buckingham, and Buckingham on him, both full of disdain. WOLSEY. The Duke of Buckinghams surveyor, ha? Wheres his examination? SECRETARY. Here, so please you. WOLSEY. Is he in person ready? SECRETARY. Ay, please your Grace. WOLSEY. Well, we shall then know more, and Buckingham Shall lessen this big look. [_Exeunt Cardinal Wolsey and his train._] BUCKINGHAM. This | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019767 | butchers cur is venom-mouthed, and I Have not the power to muzzle him; therefore best Not wake him in his slumber. A beggars book Outworths a nobles blood. NORFOLK. What, are you chafed? Ask God for temprance. Thats the appliance only Which your disease requires. BUCKINGHAM. I read in s looks Matter against me, and his eye reviled Me as | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019768 | his abject object. At this instant He bores me with some trick. Hes gone to th King. Ill follow, and outstare him. NORFOLK. Stay, my lord, And let your reason with your choler question What tis you go about. To climb steep hills Requires slow pace at first. Anger is like A full hot horse, who being allowed his way, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019769 | Self-mettle tires him. Not a man in England Can advise me like you; be to yourself As you would to your friend. BUCKINGHAM. Ill to the King, And from a mouth of honour quite cry down This Ipswich fellows insolence, or proclaim Theres difference in no persons. NORFOLK. Be advised. Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot That | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019770 | it do singe yourself. We may outrun By violent swiftness that which we run at, And lose by over-running. Know you not, The fire that mounts the liquor till t run oer, In seeming to augment it wastes it? Be advised. I say again, there is no English soul More stronger to direct you than yourself, If with the sap | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019771 | of reason you would quench, Or but allay the fire of passion. BUCKINGHAM. Sir, I am thankful to you, and Ill go along By your prescription; but this top-proud fellow Whom from the flow of gall I name not, but From sincere motionsby intelligence, And proofs as clear as founts in July when We see each grain of gravel, I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019772 | do know To be corrupt and treasonous. NORFOLK. Say not treasonous. BUCKINGHAM. To th King Ill sayt, and make my vouch as strong As shore of rock. Attend. This holy fox, Or wolf, or bothfor he is equal ravenous As he is subtle, and as prone to mischief As able to performt, his mind and place Infecting one another, yea, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019773 | reciprocally Only to show his pomp as well in France As here at home, suggests the King our master To this last costly treaty, th interview, That swallowed so much treasure, and like a glass Did break i th rinsing. NORFOLK. Faith, and so it did. BUCKINGHAM. Pray give me favour, sir. This cunning Cardinal The articles o th combination | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019774 | drew As himself pleased; and they were ratified As he cried Thus let be, to as much end As give a crutch to the dead. But our Count-Cardinal Has done this, and tis well, for worthy Wolsey, Who cannot err, he did it. Now this follows Which, as I take it, is a kind of puppy To the old dam | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019775 | treasonCharles the Emperor, Under pretence to see the Queen his aunt For twas indeed his colour, but he came To whisper Wolseyhere makes visitation. His fears were that the interview betwixt England and France might through their amity Breed him some prejudice, for from this league Peeped harms that menaced him. He privily Deals with our Cardinal, and, as I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019776 | trow Which I do well, for I am sure the Emperor Paid ere he promised, whereby his suit was granted Ere it was asked. But when the way was made And paved with gold, the Emperor thus desired That he would please to alter the Kings course And break the foresaid peace. Let the King know, As soon he shall | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019777 | by me, that thus the Cardinal Does buy and sell his honour as he pleases And for his own advantage. NORFOLK. I am sorry To hear this of him, and could wish he were Something mistaken int. BUCKINGHAM. No, not a syllable. I do pronounce him in that very shape He shall appear in proof. Enter Brandon, a Sergeant-at-arms before | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019778 | him, and two or three of the Guard. BRANDON. Your office, sergeant: execute it. SERGEANT. Sir, My lord the Duke of Buckingham, and Earl Of Hereford, Stafford, and Northampton, I Arrest thee of high treason, in the name Of our most sovereign King. BUCKINGHAM. Lo you, my lord, The net has falln upon me. I shall perish Under device and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019779 | practice. BRANDON. I am sorry To see you taen from liberty, to look on The business present. Tis his Highness pleasure You shall to th Tower. BUCKINGHAM. It will help nothing To plead mine innocence, for that dye is on me Which makes my whitst part black. The will of heaven Be done in this and all things. I obey. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019780 | O my Lord Abergavenny, fare you well. BRANDON. Nay, he must bear you company. [_To Abergavenny_.] The King Is pleased you shall to th Tower, till you know How he determines further. ABERGAVENNY. As the Duke said, The will of heaven be done, and the Kings pleasure By me obeyed. BRANDON. Here is warrant from The King t attach Lord | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019781 | Montague, and the bodies Of the Dukes confessor, John de la Car, One Gilbert Peck, his chancellor BUCKINGHAM. So, so; These are the limbs o th plot. No more, I hope? BRANDON. A monk o th Chartreux. BUCKINGHAM. O, Nicholas Hopkins? BRANDON. He. BUCKINGHAM. My surveyor is false. The oer-great Cardinal Hath showed him gold. My life is spanned already. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019782 | I am the shadow of poor Buckingham, Whose figure even this instant cloud puts on By darkning my clear sun. My lord, farewell. [_Exeunt._] SCENE II. The same. The council-chamber. Cornets. Enter King Henry, leaning on the Cardinals shoulder, the Nobles, and Sir Thomas Lovell; the Cardinal places himself under the Kings feet on his right side. KING. My life | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019783 | itself, and the best heart of it, Thanks you for this great care. I stood i th level Of a full-charged confederacy, and give thanks To you that choked it. Let be called before us That gentleman of Buckinghams; in person Ill hear his confessions justify, And point by point the treasons of his master He shall again relate. A | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019784 | noise within crying Room for the Queen! Enter Queen Katherine, ushered by the Duke of Norfolk and the Duke of Suffolk. She kneels. The King riseth from his state, takes her up and kisses her. QUEEN KATHERINE. Nay, we must longer kneel; I am a suitor. KING. Arise, and take place by us. [_He placeth her by him._] Half your | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019785 | suit Never name to us; you have half our power; The other moiety ere you ask is given. Repeat your will and take it. QUEEN KATHERINE. Thank your Majesty. That you would love yourself, and in that love Not unconsidered leave your honour nor The dignity of your office, is the point Of my petition. KING. Lady mine, proceed. QUEEN | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019786 | KATHERINE. I am solicited, not by a few, And those of true condition, that your subjects Are in great grievance. There have been commissions Sent down among em which hath flawed the heart Of all their loyalties; wherein, although, My good Lord Cardinal, they vent reproaches Most bitterly on you as putter-on Of these exactions, yet the King our master, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019787 | Whose honour heaven shield from soil, even he escapes not Language unmannerly, yea, such which breaks The sides of loyalty, and almost appears In loud rebellion. NORFOLK. Not almost appears, It doth appear; for, upon these taxations, The clothiers all, not able to maintain The many to them longing, have put off The spinsters, carders, fullers, weavers, who, Unfit for | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019788 | other life, compelled by hunger And lack of other means, in desperate manner Daring the event to th teeth, are all in uproar, And danger serves among them. KING. Taxation? Wherein? And what taxation? My Lord Cardinal, You that are blamed for it alike with us, Know you of this taxation? WOLSEY. Please you, sir, I know but of a | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019789 | single part in aught Pertains to th state, and front but in that file Where others tell steps with me. QUEEN KATHERINE. No, my lord? You know no more than others? But you frame Things that are known alike, which are not wholesome To those which would not know them, and yet must Perforce be their acquaintance. These exactions Whereof | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019790 | my sovereign would have note, they are Most pestilent to the hearing, and to bear em, The back is sacrifice to the load. They say They are devised by you, or else you suffer Too hard an exclamation. KING. Still exaction! The nature of it? In what kind, lets know, Is this exaction? QUEEN KATHERINE. I am much too venturous | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019791 | In tempting of your patience, but am boldened Under your promised pardon. The subjects grief Comes through commissions, which compels from each The sixth part of his substance, to be levied Without delay; and the pretence for this Is named your wars in France. This makes bold mouths. Tongues spit their duties out, and cold hearts freeze Allegiance in them. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019792 | Their curses now Live where their prayers did; and its come to pass This tractable obedience is a slave To each incensed will. I would your Highness Would give it quick consideration, for There is no primer business. KING. By my life, This is against our pleasure. WOLSEY. And for me, I have no further gone in this than by | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019793 | A single voice, and that not passed me but By learned approbation of the judges. If I am Traduced by ignorant tongues, which neither know My faculties nor person, yet will be The chronicles of my doing, let me say Tis but the fate of place, and the rough brake That virtue must go through. We must not stint Our | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019794 | necessary actions in the fear To cope malicious censurers, which ever, As ravenous fishes, do a vessel follow That is new-trimmed, but benefit no further Than vainly longing. What we oft do best, By sick interpreters, once weak ones, is Not ours or not allowed; what worst, as oft, Hitting a grosser quality, is cried up For our best act. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019795 | If we shall stand still In fear our motion will be mocked or carped at, We should take root here where we sit, Or sit state-statues only. KING. Things done well, And with a care, exempt themselves from fear; Things done without example, in their issue Are to be feared. Have you a precedent Of this commission? I believe, not | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019796 | 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 t timber, And though we leave it with a root, thus hacked, The air will drink the sap. To every county Where this is questioned send | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019797 | our letters with Free pardon to each man that has denied The force of this commission. Pray, look tot; I put it to your care. WOLSEY. [_Aside to his Secretary_.] A word with you. Let there be letters writ to every shire Of the Kings grace and pardon. The grieved commons Hardly conceive of me. Let it be noised That | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019798 | through our intercession this revokement And pardon comes. I shall anon advise you Further in the proceeding. [_Exit Secretary._] Enter Surveyor. QUEEN KATHERINE. I am sorry that the Duke of Buckingham Is run in your displeasure. KING. It grieves many. The gentleman is learned and a most rare speaker; To nature none more bound; his training such That he may | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019799 | furnish and instruct great teachers And never seek for aid out of himself. Yet see, When these so noble benefits shall prove Not well disposed, the mind growing once corrupt, They turn to vicious forms, ten times more ugly Than ever they were fair. This man so complete, Who was enrolled mongst wonders, and when we, Almost with ravished listning, | 60 | gutenberg |
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