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Might go one way, and safely; and the end

Cran.

Is there no other way of mercy, Was ever, to do well : nor is there living

But I must needs to the Tower, my lords ? (I speak it with a single heart, my lords,)

Gar.

What other A man, that more detests, more stirs against, Would you expect? You are strangely troublesome! Both in his private conscience, and his place, Let some o'the guard be ready there. Defacers of a public peace, than I do.

Enter Guard. 'Pray heaven, the king may never find a heart With less allegiance in it! Men, that make

(ran.

For me? Envy, and crooked malice, nourishment,

Must I go like a traitor thither ? Dare bite the best. I do beseech your lordships, Gar.

Receive him, That, in this case of justice, my accusers,

And see him safe i'the Tower. Be what they will, may stand forth face to face, Cran.

Stay, good my lords And freely urge against me.

I have a little yet to say. Look there, my lords; Suf.

Nay, my lord, By virtue of that ring, I take my cause
That cannot be ; you are a counsellor,

Out of the gripes of cruel men, and give it
And, by that virtue, no man dare accuse you. To a most noble judge, the king my master.
Gar. My lord, because we have business of more Cham. This is the king's ring.
moment,

Sur.

'Tis no counterfuit. We will be short with you. 'Tis his highness' Suf. 'Tis the right ring, by heaven: I told ye all, pleasure,

When we first put this dangerous stone a rolling, And our consent, for better trial of you,

'Twould fall upon ourselves. From hence you be committed to the Tower ;

Nor.

Do you think, my lords, Where, being but a private man again,

The king will suffer but the little finger
You shall know many dare accuse you boldly, Of this man to be vex'd ?
More than, I fear, you are provided for.

Cham.

'Tis now too certain ; Cran. Ah, my good lord of Winchester, I thank How much more is his life in value with him ? you,

'Would I were fairly out on't. You are always my good friend ; if your will pass, Crom.

My mind gave me I shall both find your lordship judge and juror, In seeking tales, and informations, You are so merciful : I see your end,

Against this man, (whose honesty the devil 'Tis my undoing : Love, and meekness, lord, And his disciples only envy at,) Become a churchman better than ambition; Ye blew the fire that burns ye: Now have at ye. Win straying souls with modesty again, Cast none away. That I shall clear myself,

Enter King, frowning on them; takes his Sat. Lay all the weight ye can upon my patience, Gar. Dread sovereign, how much are we bound I make as little doubt, as you do conscience,

to heaven In doing daily wrongs. I could say more,

In daily thanks, that gave us such a prince; But reverence to your calling makes me modest. Not only good and wise, but most religious :

Gar. My lord, my lord, you are a sectary, One that, in all obedience, makes the church That's the plain truth; your painted gloss discovers, The chief aim of his honour; and, to strengthen To men that understand you, words and weakness. That holy duty, out of dear respect,

Crom. My lord of Winchester, you are a little, His royal self in judgment comes to hear
By your good favour, too sharp; men so noble, The cause betwixt her and this great offender.
However faulty, yet should find respect

X. Hen. You were ever good at sudden commend. For what they have been : 'tis a cruelty,

ations, To load a falling man.

Bishop of Winchester. But know, I come not Gar. Good master secretary,

To hear such flattery now, and in my presence; I cry your honour mercy; you may, worst

They are too thin and base to hide offences.
Of all this table, say so.

To me you cannot reach, you play the spaniel,
Crom.
Why, my lord ?

And think with wagging of your tongue to win me;
Gar. Do not I know you for a favourer But, whatsoe'er thou tak’st me for, I am sure,
Of this new sect? ye are not sound.

Thou hast a cruel nature, and a bloody. – Crom.

Not sound? Good

man,

[To CRANMER.] sit down. Now let me Gar. Not sound, I say.

see the proudest Crom.

'Would you were half so honest! He, that dares most, but wag his finger at thee : Men's prayers then would seek you, not their fears. By all that's holy, he had better starve,

Gar. I shall remember this bold language. Than but once think this place becomes thee not. Crom.

Do. Sur. May it please your grace, Remember your bold life too.

K. Hen.

No, sir, it does not please me, Chan.

This is too much; I had thought, I had had men of some underForbear, for shame, my lords.

standing Gar.

I have done. And wisdom, of my council; but I find none. Crom.

And I. Was it discretion, lords, to let this man, Chan. Then thus for you, my lord, — It stands This good man, (few of you deserve that title) agreed,

This honest man, wait like a lousy footboy I take it, by all voices, that forth with

At chamber door? and one as great as you are ? You be convey'd to the Tower a prisoner ;

Why, what a shame was this? Did my commission There to remain, till the king's further pleasure Bid ye so far forget yourselves? I gave ye Be known unto us : Are you all agreed, lords? Power as he was a counsellor to try him, All. We are.

Not as a groom : There's some of ye, I see,

More out of malice than integrity,

Man. Alas, I know not; How gets the tide in ? Would try him to the utmost, had ye mean; As much as one sound cudgel of four foot Which ye shall never have, while I live.

(You see the poor remainder) could distribute, Chan.

Thus far, I made no spare, sir. My most dread sovereign, may it like your grace Port.

You did nothing, sir. To let my tongue excuse all. What was purpos'd Man. I am not Samson, nor sir Guy, nor ColConcerning his imprisonment, was rather

brand 4, to mow them down before me : but, if I (If there be faith in men) meant for his trial, spared any, that had a head to hit, either young And fair purgation to the world, than malice; or old, he or she, let me never hope to see a chine I am sure, in me.

again. K. Hen. Well, well, my lords, respect him; [Within.] Do you hear, master porter ? Take him, and use him well, he's worthy of it. Port. I shall be with you presently, good master I will say thus much for him, If a prince

puppy. — Keep the door close, sirrali. May be beholden to a subject, I

Man. What would you have me do? Am, for his love and service, so to him.

Port. What should you do, but knock them down Make me no more ado, but all embrace him; by the dozens? Is this Moorfields to muster in ? Be friends, for shame, my lords. My lord of Can- Man. There is a fellow somewhat near the door, terbury,

he should be a brazier by his face, for, o'my conI have a suit which you must not deny me; science, twenty of the dog-days now reign in's That is, a fair young maid that yet wants baptism, nose ; all that stand about him are under the line, You must be godfather, and answer for her. they need no other penance: That fire-drake did I

Cran. The greatest monarch now alive may glory hit three times on the head, and three times was In such an honour; How may I deserve it, his nose discharged against me; he stands there, That am a poor and humble subject to you? like a mortar-piece, to blow us. There was a K. Hen. Come, come, my lord, you'd spare your haberdasher's wife of small wit near him, that railed spoons'; you shall have

upon me till her pink'd porringer 5 fell off her head, Two noble partners with you; the old duchess of for kindling such a combustion in the state. I Norfolk,

miss'd the meteor 6 once, and hit that woman, who And lady marquis Dorset; Will these please you ? cried out clubs ! when I might see from far some Once more, my lord of Winchester, I charge you, forty truncheoneers draw to her succour, which were Embrace, and love this man.

the hope of the Strand, where she was quartered. Gar.

With a true heart, They fell on; I made good my place ; at length And brother-love, I do it.

they came to the broomstaff with me, I defied them Cran. . And let heaven

still; when suddenly a file of boys behind them, Witness, how dear I hold this confirmation. loose shot, delivered such a shower of pebbles, that K. Hen. Good man, those joyful tears show thy I was fain to draw mine honour in, and let them true heart.

win the work: The devil was amongst them, I think, The common voice, I see, is verified

surely. Of thee, which says thus, Do my lord of Canterbury Port. These are the youths that thunder at a A shrewd turn, and he is your friend for ever. play-house, and fight for bitten apples; that no Come, lords, we trifle time away ; I long

audience, but the Tribulation of Tower-hill, or the To have this young one made a Christian.

limbs of Limehouse, their dear brothers, are able to As I have made ye one, lords, one remain; endure. I have some of them in Limbo Patrum, So I grow stronger, you more honour gain. and there they are like to dance these three days;

[Exeunt. besides the running banquet of two beadless, that

is to come.
SCENE III. The Palace Yard.

Enter the Lord Chamberlain.
Noise aird Tumult within. Enter Porter and his
Man.

Cham. Mercy o' me, what a multitude are here!

They grow still too, from all parts they are coming, Port. You'll leave your noise anon, ye rascals : As if we kept a fair here! Where are these porters, Do you take the court for Paris-garden 2 ? ye rude These lazy knaves ? - Ye have made a fine hand, slaves, leave your gaping. 3

fellows. [Within.] Good master porter, I belong to the There's a trim rabble let in : Are all these larder.

Your faithful friends o'the suburbs? We shall have Port. Belong to the gallows, and be hanged, you Great store of room, no doubt, left for the ladies, rogue : Is this the place to roar in ? Fetch me a When they pass back from the christening. dozen crab-tree staves, and strong ones; these are Port.

An't please your honour, but switches to them. – I'll scratch your heads : We are but men; and what so many may do, You must be seeing christenings? Do you look for Not being torn a pieces, we have done : ale and cake here, you rude rascals ?

An army cannot rule them. Man. Pray, sir, be patient ; 'tis as much impossible Cham.

As I live, (Unless we sweep them from the door with cannons,) If the king blame me for't, I'll lay ye all To scatter them, as 'tis to make them sleep By the heels, and suddenly; and on your heads On May-day morning; which will never be : Clap round fines, for neglect: You are lazy knaves; We may as well push against Paul's, as stir them.

And here ye lie baiting of bumbards 9, when Port. How got they in, and be hang'd ?

4 Guy of Warwick, nor Colbrand the Danish giant. i It was an ancient custom for sponsors to present spoons to

5 Pink'd cap. their god.children.

7 Place of confinement.

8 A dessert of whipping. 2 The bear garden on the Bank-side. 3 Roaring

9 Black leather vessels to hold beer.

6 The brazier.

Qa

Ye should do service. Hark, the trumpets sound; | Than this pure soul shall be: all princely graces,
They are come already from the christening: That mould up such a mighty piece as this is,
Go, break among the press, and find a way out With all the virtues that attend the good,
To let the troop pass fairly; or I'll find

Shall still be doubled on ber : truth shall nurse her,
A Marshalsea, shall hold you play these two months. Holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her :
Port. Make way there for the princess.

She shall be lov'd, and fear'd: Her own shall bless Man. You great fellow, stand close up, or I'll

her : make your head ache.

Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, Port. You i' the camblet, get up o' the rail ; I'll And hang their heads with sorrow: Good grows pick' you o'er the pales else.

[Exeunt.

with her:

In her days, every man shall eat in safety
SCENE IV. - The Palace. ?

Under his own vine, what he plants; and sing Enter Trumpets, sounding; then two Aldermen, The merry songs of peace to all his neighbour

Lord Mayor, Garter, CRANMER, DUKE OF NOR- God shall be truly known; and those about le FOLK, with his Marhals Staff, DUKE of Suffolk, From her shall read the perfect ways of honour, two Noblemen bearing great standing Bowls for And by those claim their greatness, not by blood. the Christening Gifts; then four Noblemen, bear- [Nor S shall this peace sleep with her : But as when ing a Canopy, under which the Duchess or Nor- The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phænis, FOLK, God mother, bearing the Child richly habited in Her ashes new create another heir, a Mantle, &-c. Train borne by a Lady; then follows As great in admiration as herself ; the MARCHIONESS OF Dorset, the other Godmother, So shall she leave her blessedness to one, and Ladies. The Troop pass once about the Stage, (When heaven shall call her from this cloud en and Garter speaks.

darkness,) Gart. Heaven, from thy endless goodness, send Who, from the sacred ashes of her honour, prosperous life, long, and ever happy, to the high Shall star-like rise, as great in fame as she was, and mighty princess of England, Elizabeth.

And so stand fix'd: Peace, plenty, love, truth, terror,

That were the servants to this chosen infant,
Flourish. Enter King, and Train.

Shall then be his, and like a vine grow to him; Cran. (Kneeling.] And to your royal grace, and Wherever the bright sun of heaven shall shine, the good queen,

His honour and the greatness of his name My noble partners, and myself, thus pray: – Shall be, and make new nations : He shall flourishe All comfort, joy, in this most gracious lady, And, like a mountain cedar, reach his branches Heaven ever laid up to make parents happy, To all the plains about him : - Our children's May hourly fall upon ye!

children K. Hen. Thank you, good lord archbishop; Shall see this, and bless heaven. What is her name?

K. Hen.

Thou speakest wonders Cran. Elizabeth.

Cran. She shall be, to the happiness of England, K. Hen.

lord. An aged princess; many days shall see her,

(The King kisses the Child. And yet no day without a deed to crown it. With this kiss take my blessing: God protect thee! Would I had known no more! but she must die, Into whose hands I give thy life.

She must, the saints must have her; yet a virgin, Cran.

Amen.

A most unspotted lily shall she pass K. Hen. My noble gossips, ye have been too To the ground, and all the world shall mourn her. prodigal :

K. Hen. O lord archbishop, I thank ye heartily; so shall this lady,

Thou hast made me now a man ; never, before When she has so much English.

This happy child, did I get any thing: Cran.

Let me speak, sir, | This oracle of comfort has so pleas'd me, For heaven now bids me; and the words I utter That, when I am in heaven, I shall desire Let none think flattery, for they'll find them truth. To see what this child does, and praise my Make.This royal infant, (Heaven still move about her!) I thank ye all: – To you, my good lord mayor, Though in her cradle, yet now promises

And your good brethren, I am much bebolden; Upon this land a thousand thousand blessings, I have received much honour by your presence, Which time shall bring to ripeness : She shall be And ye shall find me thankful. Lead the way, lords; (But few now living can behold that goodness,) Ye must all see the queen, and she must thank ye, A pattern to all princes living with her,

She will be sick else. This day, no man think And all that shall succeed : Sheba was never He has business at his house; for all shall stay: More covetous of wisdom, and fair virtue,

This little one shall make it holiday. [Eze

Stand up,

EPILOGUE.

'Tis ten to one, this play can never please

For this play at this time, is only in All that are here : Some come to take their ease, The merciful construction of good women; And sleep an act or two; but those, we fear, For such a one we show'd them; If they smile, We have frighted with our trumpets; so, 'tis clear, And say, 'twill do, I know, within a while They'll say, 'tis naught: others, to hear the city All the best men are ours; for, 'tis ill hap, Abus'd extremely, and to cry, - that's witty! If they hold, when their ladies bid them clap. Which we have not done neither : that, I fear,

3 This and the following seventeen lines were probably All the expected good we are like to hear

written by B. Jonson, after the accession of king Jandi. 1 Pitch.

2 At Greenwich.

HENRY THE EIGHTH.

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COOKCAPINX

SUBNE IV

ACTV

1 POMPSON

O LORD ARCHBISHOP,
THOU HAST MADE ME NOW A MAN.

LEL

BIB

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