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twg_000000019900 | Vouchsafe to speak my thanks and my obedience, As from a blushing handmaid, to his Highness, Whose health and royalty I pray for. CHAMBERLAIN. Lady, I shall not fail t approve the fair conceit The King hath of you. [_Aside_.] I have perused her well. Beauty and honour in her are so mingled That they have caught the King; and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019901 | who knows yet But from this lady may proceed a gem To lighten all this isle? Ill to the King, And say I spoke with you. ANNE. My honoured lord. [_Exit Lord Chamberlain._] OLD LADY. Why, this it is: see, see! I have been begging sixteen years in court, Am yet a courtier beggarly, nor could Come pat betwixt too | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019902 | early and too late For any suit of pounds; and you, O fate! A very fresh fish herefie, fie, fie upon This compelled fortune!have your mouth filled up Before you open it. ANNE. This is strange to me. OLD LADY. How tastes it? Is it bitter? Forty pence, no. There was a lady oncetis an old story That would not | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019903 | be a queen, that would she not, For all the mud in Egypt. Have you heard it? ANNE. Come, you are pleasant. OLD LADY. With your theme, I could Oermount the lark. The Marchioness of Pembroke? A thousand pounds a year for pure respect? No other obligation? By my life, That promises more thousands; honours train Is longer than his | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019904 | foreskirt. By this time I know your back will bear a duchess. Say, Are you not stronger than you were? ANNE. Good lady, Make yourself mirth with your particular fancy, And leave me out ont. Would I had no being If this salute my blood a jot. It faints me To think what follows. The Queen is comfortless, and we | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019905 | forgetful In our long absence. Pray do not deliver What here youve heard to her. OLD LADY. What do you think me? [_Exeunt._] SCENE IV. A hall in Blackfriars. Trumpets, sennet, and cornets. Enter two Vergers, with short silver wands; next them, two Scribes, in the habit of doctors; after them, the Archbishop of Canterbury alone; after him, the Bishops | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019906 | of Lincoln, Ely, Rochester, and Saint Asaph; next them, with some small distance, follows a Gentleman bearing the purse with the great seal, and a cardinals hat; then two Priests, bearing each a silver cross; then a Gentleman Usher bare-headed, accompanied with a Sergeant-at-arms bearing a silver mace; then two Gentlemen, bearing two great silver pillars; after them, side by | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019907 | side, the two Cardinals; two Noblemen with the sword and mace. The King takes place under the cloth of state. The two Cardinals sit under him as judges. The Queen takes place some distance from the King. The Bishops place themselves on each side the court, in manner of consistory; below them the Scribes. The Lords sit next the Bishops. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019908 | The rest of the Attendants stand in convenient order about the stage. WOLSEY. Whilst our commission from Rome is read, Let silence be commanded. KING. Whats the need? It hath already publicly been read, And on all sides th authority allowed; You may then spare that time. WOLSEY. Bet so. Proceed. SCRIBE. Say, Henry King of England, come into the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019909 | court. CRIER. Henry King of England, come into the court. KING. Here. SCRIBE. Say, Katherine Queen of England, come into the court. CRIER. Katherine Queen of England, come into the court. [_The Queen makes no answer, rises out of her chair, goes about the court, comes to the King, and kneels at his feet; then speaks._] QUEEN KATHERINE. Sir, I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019910 | desire you do me right and justice, And to bestow your pity on me; for I am a most poor woman and a stranger, Born out of your dominions, having here No judge indifferent nor no more assurance Of equal friendship and proceeding. Alas, sir, In what have I offended you? What cause Hath my behaviour given to your displeasure | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019911 | That thus you should proceed to put me off And take your good grace from me? Heaven witness I have been to you a true and humble wife, At all times to your will conformable, Ever in fear to kindle your dislike, Yea, subject to your countenance, glad or sorry As I saw it inclined. When was the hour I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019912 | ever contradicted your desire, Or made it not mine too? Or which of your friends Have I not strove to love, although I knew He were mine enemy? What friend of mine That had to him derived your anger did I Continue in my liking? Nay, gave notice He was from thence discharged? Sir, call to mind That I have | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019913 | been your wife in this obedience Upward of twenty years, and have been blessed With many children by you. If, in the course And process of this time, you can report, And prove it too, against mine honour aught, My bond to wedlock, or my love and duty Against your sacred person, in Gods name, Turn me away and let | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019914 | the foulst contempt Shut door upon me, and so give me up To the sharpst kind of justice. Please you, sir, The King your father was reputed for A prince most prudent, of an excellent And unmatched wit and judgement. Ferdinand, My father, King of Spain, was reckoned one The wisest prince that there had reigned by many A year | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019915 | before. It is not to be questioned That they had gathered a wise council to them Of every realm, that did debate this business, Who deemed our marriage lawful. Wherefore I humbly Beseech you, sir, to spare me till I may Be by my friends in Spain advised, whose counsel I will implore. If not, i th name of God, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019916 | Your pleasure be fulfilled. WOLSEY. You have here, lady, And of your choice, these reverend fathers, men Of singular integrity and learning, Yea, the elect o th land, who are assembled To plead your cause. It shall be therefore bootless That longer you desire the court, as well For your own quiet as to rectify What is unsettled in the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019917 | King. CAMPEIUS. His Grace Hath spoken well and justly. Therefore, madam, Its fit this royal session do proceed, And that without delay their arguments Be now produced and heard. QUEEN KATHERINE. Lord Cardinal, To you I speak. WOLSEY. Your pleasure, madam. QUEEN KATHERINE. Sir, I am about to weep; but, thinking that We are a queen, or long have dreamed | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019918 | so, certain The daughter of a king, my drops of tears Ill turn to sparks of fire. WOLSEY. Be patient yet. QUEEN KATHERINE. 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019919 | is you Have blown this coal betwixt my lord and me, Which Gods 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. WOLSEY. I do profess You speak not like yourself, who | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019920 | ever yet Have stood to charity and displayed th effects Of disposition gentle and of wisdom Oertopping womans power. 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 shall, is warranted By a commission from the Consistory, Yea, the whole Consistory of Rome. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019921 | You charge me That I have blown this coal. I do deny it. The King is present. If it be known to him That I gainsay my deed, how may he wound, And worthily, my falsehood, yea, as much As you have done my truth. If he know That I am free of your report, he knows I am not | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019922 | of your wrong. Therefore in him It lies to cure me, and the cure is to Remove these thoughts from you, the which before His Highness shall speak in, I do beseech You, gracious madam, to unthink your speaking And to say so no more. QUEEN KATHERINE. My lord, my lord, I am a simple woman, much too weak T | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019923 | oppose your cunning. Youre meek and humble-mouthed; You sign your place and calling, in full seeming, With meekness and humility; but your heart Is crammed with arrogancy, spleen, and pride. You have, by fortune and his Highness favours, Gone slightly oer low steps, and now are mounted Where powers are your retainers, and your words, Domestics to you, serve your | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019924 | will as t please Yourself pronounce their office. I must tell you, You tender more your persons 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. [_She curtsies to the King | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019925 | and offers to depart._] CAMPEIUS. The Queen is obstinate, Stubborn to justice, apt to accuse it, and Disdainful to be tried byt. Tis not well. Shes going away. KING. Call her again. CRIER. Katherine, Queen of England, come into the court. GENTLEMAN USHER. Madam, you are called back. QUEEN KATHERINE. What need you note it? Pray you keep your way. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019926 | When you are called, return. Now, the Lord help! They vex me past my patience. Pray you, pass on. I will not tarry; no, nor ever more Upon this business my appearance make In any of their courts. [_Exeunt Queen and her Attendants._] KING. Go thy ways, Kate. That man i th world who shall report he has A better | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019927 | wife, let him in naught be trusted, For speaking false in that. Thou art, alone If thy rare qualities, sweet gentleness, Thy meekness saint-like, wife-like government, Obeying in commanding, and thy parts Sovereign and pious else, could speak thee out The queen of earthly queens. Shes noble born, And like her true nobility she has Carried herself towards me. WOLSEY. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019928 | Most gracious sir, In humblest manner I require your Highness That it shall please you to declare, in hearing Of all these earsfor where I am robbed and bound, There must I be unloosed, although not there At once and fully satisfiedwhether ever I Did broach this business to your Highness, or Laid any scruple in your way which might | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019929 | Induce you to the question ont? or ever Have to you, but with thanks to God for such A royal lady, spake one the least word that might Be to the prejudice of her present state, Or touch of her good person? KING. My Lord Cardinal, I do excuse you; yea, upon mine honour, I free you fromt. You are | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019930 | not to be taught That you have many enemies that know not Why they are so, but, like to village curs, Bark when their fellows do. By some of these The Queen is put in anger. Youre excused. But will you be more justified? You ever Have wished the sleeping of this business, never desired It to be stirred, but | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019931 | oft have hindered, oft, The passages made toward it. On my honour, I speak my good Lord Cardinal to this point And thus far clear him. Now, what moved me tot, I will be bold with time and your attention. Then mark th inducement. Thus it came; give heed tot: My conscience first received a tenderness, Scruple, and prick on | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019932 | certain speeches uttered By th Bishop of Bayonne, then French ambassador, Who had been hither sent on the debating A marriage twixt the Duke of Orleans and Our daughter Mary. I th progress of this business, Ere a determinate resolution, he, I mean the Bishop, did require a respite, Wherein he might the King his lord advertise Whether our daughter | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019933 | were legitimate, Respecting this our marriage with the dowager, Sometimes our brothers wife. This respite shook The bosom of my conscience, entered me, Yea, with a splitting power, and made to tremble The region of my breast; which forced such way That many mazed considerings did throng And pressed in with this caution. First, methought I stood not in the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019934 | smile of heaven, who had Commanded nature that my ladys womb, If it conceived a male child by me, should Do no more offices of life tot than The grave does to th dead; for her male issue Or died where they were made, or shortly after This world had aired them. Hence I took a thought This was a | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019935 | judgement on me, that my kingdom, Well worthy the best heir o th world, should not Be gladded int by me. Then follows that I weighed the danger which my realms stood in By this my issues fail, and that gave to me Many a groaning throe. Thus hulling in The wild sea of my conscience, I did steer Toward | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019936 | this remedy whereupon we are Now present here together. Thats to say, I meant to rectify my conscience, which I then did feel full sick, and yet not well, By all the reverend fathers of the land And doctors learned. First I began in private With you, my Lord of Lincoln. You remember How under my oppression I did reek | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019937 | When I first moved you. LINCOLN. Very well, my liege. KING. I have spoke long. Be pleased yourself to say How far you satisfied me. LINCOLN. So please your Highness, The question did at first so stagger me, Bearing a state of mighty moment int And consequence of dread, that I committed The daringst counsel which I had to doubt | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019938 | And did entreat your Highness to this course Which you are running here. KING. I then moved you, My Lord of Canterbury, and got your leave To make this present summons. Unsolicited I left no reverend person in this court, But by particular consent proceeded Under your hands and seals. Therefore go on, For no dislike i th world against | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019939 | the person Of the good queen, but the sharp thorny points Of my alleged reasons, drives this forward. Prove but our marriage lawful, by my life And kingly dignity, we are contented To wear our mortal state to come with her, Katherine, our Queen, before the primest creature Thats paragoned o th world. CAMPEIUS. So please your Highness, The Queen | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019940 | being absent, tis a needful fitness That we adjourn this court till further day. Meanwhile must be an earnest motion Made to the Queen to call back her appeal She intends unto his Holiness. KING. [_Aside_.] I may perceive These cardinals trifle with me. I abhor This dilatory sloth and tricks of Rome. My learned and well-beloved servant, Cranmer, Prithee | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019941 | return. With thy approach, I know, My comfort comes along.Break up the court! I say, set on. [_Exeunt in manner as they entered._] ACT III SCENE I. London. The Queens apartments. Enter Queen and her Women, as at work. QUEEN KATHERINE. Take thy lute, wench. My soul grows sad with troubles. Sing, and disperse em, if thou canst. Leave working. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019942 | WOMAN [_sings song._] Orpheus with his lute made trees And the mountain tops that freeze Bow themselves when he did sing. To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung, as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Everything that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads and then lay by. In sweet music | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019943 | is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep or, hearing, die. Enter a Gentleman. QUEEN KATHERINE. How now? GENTLEMAN. Ant please your Grace, the two great Cardinals Wait in the presence. QUEEN KATHERINE. Would they speak with me? GENTLEMAN. They willed me say so, madam. QUEEN KATHERINE. Pray their Graces To come near. [_Exit Gentleman._] What can | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019944 | be their business With me, a poor weak woman, fallen from favour? I do not like their coming. Now I think ont, They should be good men, their affairs as righteous. But all hoods make not monks. Enter the two Cardinals, Wolsey and Campeius. WOLSEY. Peace to your Highness. QUEEN KATHERINE. Your Graces find me here part of housewife; I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019945 | would be all, against the worst may happen. What are your pleasures with me, reverend lords? WOLSEY. May it please you, noble madam, to withdraw Into your private chamber, we shall give you The full cause of our coming. QUEEN KATHERINE. Speak it here. Theres nothing I have done yet, o my conscience, Deserves a corner. Would all other women | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019946 | Could speak this with as free a soul as I do! My lords, I care not, so much I am happy Above a number, if my actions Were tried by every tongue, every eye saw em, Envy and base opinion set against em, I know my life so even. If your business Seek me out, and that way I am | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019947 | wife in, Out with it boldly. Truth loves open dealing. WOLSEY. _Tanta est erga te mentis integritas, regina serenissima_ QUEEN KATHERINE. O, good my lord, no Latin. I am not such a truant since my coming As not to know the language I have lived in. A strange tongue makes my cause more strange, suspicious. Pray speak in English. Here | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019948 | are some will thank you, If you speak truth, for their poor mistress sake. Believe me, she has had much wrong. Lord Cardinal, The willingst sin I ever yet committed May be absolved in English. WOLSEY. Noble lady, I am sorry my integrity should breed And service to his Majesty and you So deep suspicion, where all faith was meant. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019949 | We come not by the way of accusation, To taint that honour every good tongue blesses, Nor to betray you any way to sorrow You have too much, good ladybut to know How you stand minded in the weighty difference Between the King and you, and to deliver, Like free and honest men, our just opinions And comforts to your | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019950 | cause. CAMPEIUS. Most honoured madam, My Lord of York, out of his noble nature, Zeal, and obedience he still bore your Grace, Forgetting, like a good man, your late censure Both of his truth and himwhich was too far Offers, as I do, in a sign of peace, His service and his counsel. QUEEN KATHERINE. [_Aside_.] To betray me. My | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019951 | lords, I thank you both for your good wills. Ye speak like honest men; pray God ye prove so. But how to make ye suddenly an answer In such a point of weight, so near mine honour More near my life, I fearwith my weak wit, And to such men of gravity and learning, In truth I know not. I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019952 | was set at work Among my maids, full little, God knows, looking Either for such men or such business. For her sake that I have beenfor I feel The last fit of my greatnessgood your Graces, Let me have time and counsel for my cause. Alas, I am a woman friendless, hopeless. WOLSEY. Madam, you wrong the Kings love with | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019953 | these fears; Your hopes and friends are infinite. QUEEN KATHERINE. In England But little for my profit. Can you think, lords, That any Englishman dare give me counsel? Or be a known friend, gainst his Highness pleasure, Though he be grown so desperate to be honest, And live a subject? Nay, forsooth, my friends, They that much weigh out my | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019954 | afflictions, They that my trust must grow to, live not here. They are, as all my other comforts, far hence In mine own country, lords. CAMPEIUS. I would your Grace Would leave your griefs and take my counsel. QUEEN KATHERINE. How, sir? CAMPEIUS. Put your main cause into the Kings protection. Hes loving and most gracious. Twill be much Both | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019955 | for your honour better and your cause, For if the trial of the law oertake ye, Youll part away disgraced. WOLSEY. He tells you rightly. QUEEN KATHERINE. Ye tell me what ye wish for both: my ruin. Is this your Christian counsel? Out upon ye! Heaven is above all yet; there sits a judge That no king can corrupt. CAMPEIUS. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019956 | Your rage mistakes us. QUEEN KATHERINE. The more shame for ye! Holy men I thought ye, Upon my soul, two reverend cardinal virtues; But cardinal sins and hollow hearts I fear ye. Mend em, for shame, my lords. Is this your comfort, The cordial that ye bring a wretched lady, A woman lost among ye, laughed at, scorned? I will | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019957 | not wish ye half my miseries; I have more charity. But say I warned ye. Take heed, for heavens sake, take heed, lest at once The burden of my sorrows fall upon ye. WOLSEY. Madam, this is a mere distraction. You turn the good we offer into envy. QUEEN KATHERINE. Ye turn me into nothing. Woe upon ye And all | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019958 | such false professors! Would you have me If you have any justice, any pity, If ye be anything but churchmens habits Put my sick cause into his hands that hates me? Alas, has banished me his bed already, His love, too, long ago. I am old, my lords, And all the fellowship I hold now with him Is only my | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019959 | obedience. What can happen To me above this wretchedness? All your studies Make me a curse like this. CAMPEIUS. Your fears are worse. QUEEN KATHERINE. Have I lived thus longlet me speak myself, Since virtue finds no friendsa wife, a true one A woman, I dare say without vainglory, Never yet branded with suspicion Have I with all my full | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019960 | affections Still met the King, loved him next heavn, obeyed him, Been, out of fondness, superstitious to him, Almost forgot my prayers to content him, And am I thus rewarded? Tis not well, lords. Bring me a constant woman to her husband, One that neer dreamed a joy beyond his pleasure, And to that woman, when she has done most, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019961 | Yet will I add an honour: a great patience. WOLSEY. Madam, you wander from the good we aim at. QUEEN KATHERINE. My lord, I dare not make myself so guilty To give up willingly that noble title Your master wed me to. Nothing but death Shall eer divorce my dignities. WOLSEY. Pray hear me. QUEEN KATHERINE. Would I had never | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019962 | trod this English earth Or felt the flatteries that grow upon it! Ye have angels faces, but heaven knows your hearts. What will become of me now, wretched lady? I am the most unhappy woman living. [_To her Women_.] Alas, poor wenches, where are now your fortunes? Shipwrecked upon a kingdom where no pity, No friends, no hope, no kindred | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019963 | weep for me, Almost no grave allowed me, like the lily That once was mistress of the field and flourished, Ill hang my head and perish. WOLSEY. If your Grace Could but be brought to know our ends are honest, Youd feel more comfort. Why should we, good lady, Upon what cause, wrong you? Alas, our places, The way of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019964 | our profession, is against it. We are to cure such sorrows, not to sow em. For goodness sake, consider what you do, How you may hurt yourself, ay, utterly Grow from the Kings acquaintance, by this carriage. The hearts of princes kiss obedience, So much they love it, but to stubborn spirits They swell and grow as terrible as storms. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019965 | I know you have a gentle, noble temper, A soul as even as a calm. Pray think us Those we profess: peacemakers, friends, and servants. CAMPEIUS. Madam, youll find it so. You wrong your virtues With these weak womens fears. A noble spirit, As yours was put into you, ever casts Such doubts, as false coin, from it. The King | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019966 | loves you; Beware you lose it not. For us, if you please To trust us in your business, we are ready To use our utmost studies in your service. QUEEN KATHERINE. Do what ye will, my lords, and pray forgive me If I have used myself unmannerly. You know I am a woman, lacking wit To make a seemly answer | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019967 | to such persons. Pray do my service to his Majesty. He has my heart yet, and shall have my prayers While I shall have my life. Come, reverend fathers, Bestow your counsels on me. She now begs That little thought, when she set footing here, She should have bought her dignities so dear. [_Exeunt._] SCENE II. Ante-chamber to the Kings | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019968 | apartment. Enter the Duke of Norfolk, Duke of Suffolk, Lord Surrey and Lord Chamberlain. NORFOLK. If you will now unite in your complaints And force them with a constancy, the Cardinal Cannot stand under them. If you omit The offer of this time, I cannot promise But that you shall sustain more new disgraces With these you bear already. SURREY. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019969 | I am joyful To meet the least occasion that may give me Remembrance of my father-in-law the Duke, To be revenged on him. SUFFOLK. Which of the peers Have uncontemned gone by him, or at least Strangely neglected? When did he regard The stamp of nobleness in any person Out of himself? CHAMBERLAIN. My lords, you speak your pleasures. What | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019970 | he deserves of you and me I know; What we can do to himthough now the time Gives way to usI much fear. If you cannot Bar his access to th King, never attempt Anything on him, for he hath a witchcraft Over the King in s tongue. NORFOLK. O, fear him not. His spell in that is out. The | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019971 | King hath found Matter against him that for ever mars The honey of his language. No, hes settled, Not to come off, in his displeasure. SURREY. Sir, I should be glad to hear such news as this Once every hour. NORFOLK. Believe it, this is true. In the divorce his contrary proceedings Are all unfolded, wherein he appears As I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019972 | would wish mine enemy. SURREY. How came His practices to light? SUFFOLK. Most strangely. SURREY. O, how, how? SUFFOLK. The Cardinals letters to the Pope miscarried, And came to th eye o the King, wherein was read How that the Cardinal did entreat his Holiness To stay the judgement o th divorce; for if It did take place, I do | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019973 | quoth he perceive My king is tangled in affection to A creature of the Queens, Lady Anne Bullen. SURREY. Has the King this? SUFFOLK. Believe it. SURREY. Will this work? CHAMBERLAIN. The King in this perceives him how he coasts And hedges his own way. But in this point All his tricks founder, and he brings his physic After his | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019974 | patients death. The King already Hath married the fair lady. SURREY. Would he had! SUFFOLK. May you be happy in your wish, my lord, For I profess you have it. SURREY. Now, all my joy Trace the conjunction! SUFFOLK. My amen tot! NORFOLK. All mens. SUFFOLK. Theres order given for her coronation. Marry, this is yet but young, and may | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019975 | be left To some ears unrecounted. But, my lords, She is a gallant creature, and complete In mind and feature. I persuade me, from her Will fall some blessing to this land which shall In it be memorized. SURREY. But will the King Digest this letter of the Cardinals? The Lord forbid! NORFOLK. Marry, amen! SUFFOLK. No, no. There be | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019976 | more wasps that buzz about his nose Will make this sting the sooner. Cardinal Campeius Is stolen away to Rome; hath taen no leave; Has left the cause o th King unhandled, and Is posted, as the agent of our Cardinal, To second all his plot. I do assure you The King cried Ha! at this. CHAMBERLAIN. Now, God incense | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019977 | him, And let him cry Ha! louder. NORFOLK. But, my lord, When returns Cranmer? SUFFOLK. He is returned in his opinions, which Have satisfied the King for his divorce, Together with all famous colleges Almost in Christendom. Shortly, I believe, His second marriage shall be published, and Her coronation. Katherine no more Shall be called Queen, but Princess Dowager And | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019978 | widow to Prince Arthur. NORFOLK. This same Cranmers A worthy fellow, and hath taen much pain In the Kings business. SUFFOLK. He has, and we shall see him For it an archbishop. NORFOLK. So I hear. SUFFOLK. Tis so. Enter Wolsey and Cromwell. The Cardinal! NORFOLK. Observe, observe; hes moody. WOLSEY. The packet, Cromwell, Gavet you the King? CROMWELL. To | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019979 | his own hand, in s bedchamber. WOLSEY. Looked he o th inside of the paper? CROMWELL. Presently He did unseal them, and the first he viewed, He did it with a serious mind; a heed Was in his countenance. You he bade Attend him here this morning. WOLSEY. Is he ready To come abroad? CROMWELL. I think by this he | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019980 | is. WOLSEY. Leave me a while. [_Exit Cromwell._] [_Aside_.] It shall be to the Duchess of Alenon, The French kings sister; he shall marry her. Anne Bullen? No; Ill no Anne Bullens for him. Theres more int than fair visage. Bullen? No, well no Bullens. Speedily I wish To hear from Rome. The Marchioness of Pembroke! NORFOLK. Hes discontented. SUFFOLK. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019981 | Maybe he hears the King Does whet his anger to him. SURREY. Sharp enough, Lord, for thy justice! WOLSEY. [_Aside_.] The late queens gentlewoman, a knights daughter, To be her mistress mistress? The Queens Queen? This candle burns not clear. Tis I must snuff it; Then out it goes. What though I know her virtuous And well deserving? Yet I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019982 | know her for A spleeny Lutheran, and not wholesome to Our cause, that she should lie i th bosom of Our hard-ruled King. Again, there is sprung up An heretic, an arch-one, Cranmer, one Hath crawled into the favour of the King And is his oracle. NORFOLK. He is vexed at something. Enter King, reading a schedule, and Lovell. SURREY. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019983 | I would twere something that would fret the string, The master-cord on s heart. SUFFOLK. The King, the King! KING. What piles of wealth hath he accumulated To his own portion! And what expense by th hour Seems to flow from him! How, i th name of thrift Does he rake this together? Now, my lords, Saw you the Cardinal? | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019984 | NORFOLK. My lord, we have Stood here observing him. Some strange commotion Is in his brain. He bites his lip, and starts, Stops on a sudden, looks upon the ground, Then lays his finger on his temple; straight Springs out into fast gait; then stops again, Strikes his breast hard, and anon he casts His eye against the moon. In | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019985 | most strange postures We have seen him set himself. KING. It may well be There is a mutiny in s mind. This morning Papers of state he sent me to peruse, As I required; and wot you what I found Thereon my conscience, put unwittingly? Forsooth, an inventory, thus importing The several parcels of his plate, his treasure, Rich stuffs | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019986 | and ornaments of household, which I find at such proud rate that it outspeaks Possession of a subject. NORFOLK. Its heavens will! Some spirit put this paper in the packet To bless your eye withal. KING. If we did think His contemplation were above the earth And fixed on spiritual object, he should still Dwell in his musings, but I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019987 | am afraid His thinkings are below the moon, not worth His serious considering. [_King takes his seat; whispers Lovell, who goes to the Cardinal._] WOLSEY. Heaven forgive me! Ever God bless your Highness. KING. Good my lord, You are full of heavenly stuff, and bear the inventory Of your best graces in your mind, the which You were now running | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019988 | oer. You have scarce time To steal from spiritual leisure a brief span To keep your earthly audit. Sure, in that I deem you an ill husband, and am glad To have you therein my companion. WOLSEY. Sir, For holy offices I have a time; a time To think upon the part of business which I bear i th state; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019989 | and Nature does require Her times of preservation, which perforce I, her frail son, amongst my brethren mortal, Must give my tendance to. KING. You have said well. WOLSEY. And ever may your Highness yoke together, As I will lend you cause, my doing well With my well saying. KING. Tis well said again, And tis a kind of good | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019990 | deed to say well. And yet words are no deeds. My father loved you; He said he did, and with his deed did crown His word upon you. Since I had my office, I have kept you next my heart, have not alone Employed you where high profits might come home, But pared my present havings to bestow My bounties | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019991 | upon you. WOLSEY. [_Aside_.] What should this mean? SURREY. [_Aside_.] The Lord increase this business! KING. Have I not made you The prime man of the state? I pray you tell me, If what I now pronounce you have found true, And, if you may confess it, say withal If you are bound to us or no. What say you? | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019992 | WOLSEY. My sovereign, I confess your royal graces, Showered on me daily, have been more than could My studied purposes requite, which went Beyond all mans endeavours. My endeavours Have ever come too short of my desires, Yet filed with my abilities. Mine own ends Have been mine so that evermore they pointed To th good of your most sacred | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019993 | person and The profit of the state. For your great graces Heaped upon me, poor undeserver, I Can nothing render but allegiant thanks, My prayers to heaven for you, my loyalty, Which ever has and ever shall be growing, Till death, that winter, kill it. KING. Fairly answered. A loyal and obedient subject is Therein illustrated. The honour of it | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019994 | Does pay the act of it, as i th contrary, The foulness is the punishment. I presume That, as my hand has opened bounty to you, My heart dropped love, my power rained honour, more On you than any, so your hand and heart, Your brain, and every function of your power, Should, notwithstanding that your bond of duty, As | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019995 | twere in loves particular, be more To me, your friend, than any. WOLSEY. I do profess That for your Highness good I ever laboured More than mine own, that am, have, and will be. Though all the world should crack their duty to you And throw it from their soul, though perils did Abound as thick as thought could make | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019996 | em, and Appear in forms more horridyet my duty, As doth a rock against the chiding flood, Should the approach of this wild river break, And stand unshaken yours. KING. Tis nobly spoken. Take notice, lords: he has a loyal breast, For you have seen him opent. [_Giving him papers._] Read oer this, And after, this; and then to breakfast | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019997 | with What appetite you have. [_Exit King, frowning upon the Cardinal; the nobles throng after him, smiling and whispering._] WOLSEY. What should this mean? What sudden angers this? How have I reaped it? He parted frowning from me, as if ruin Leaped from his eyes. So looks the chafed lion Upon the daring huntsman that has galled him, Then makes | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019998 | him nothing. I must read this paper I fear, the story of his anger. Tis so. This paper has undone me. Tis th account Of all that world of wealth I have drawn together For mine own endsindeed, to gain the popedom And fee my friends in Rome. O negligence, Fit for a fool to fall by! What cross devil | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019999 | 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 twill stir him strongly; yet I know A way, if it take right, in spite of fortune, Will bring me off again. Whats this? To th Pope? The letter, | 60 | gutenberg |
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