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I speak my good lord cardinal to this point,
With you, my lord of Lincoln : you remember
When I first mov'd you.
Very well, my liege. heed to't.
K. Hen. I have spoke long: be pleas'd yourself to say My conscience first receiv'd a tenderness,
How far you satisfied me. Scruple, and prick, on certain speeches utter'd
So please your highness, By the bishop of Bayonne, then French ambassador, The question did at first so stagger me,Who had been hither sent, on the debating
Bearing a state of mighty moment in't, A marriage 'twixt the duke of Orleans and
And consequence of dread,—that I committed Our daughter Mary. l' the progress of this business, The daring'st counsel which I had to doubt, Ere a determinate resolution, he
And did entreat your highness to this course, (I mean, the bishop) did require a respite ;
Which you are running here. Wherein he might the king his lord advertise
I then mov'd you, Whether our daughter were legitimate,
My lord of Canterbury; and got your leave
But by particular consent proceeded, Yea, with a splitting power, and made to tremble Under your hands and seals: therefore, go on; The region of my breast; which forc'd such way, For no dislike i’ the world against the person That many maz'd considerings did throng,
Of the good queen, but the sharp thorny points And press in with this caution. First, methought, Of my alleged reasons drive this forward. I stood not in the smile of Heaven ; who had Prove but our marriage lawful, by my life, Commanded nature, that my lady's womb,
And kingly dignity, we are contented If it conceiv'd a male child by me, should
To wear our mortal state to come with her, Do no more offices of life to't, than
Katharine our queen, before the primest creature The grave does to the dead; for her male issue That's paragon'd o' the world. Or died where they were made, or shortly after
So please your highness,
Made to the queen, to call back her appeal
I may perceive, [.Aside. Many a groaning throé. Thus, hulling in
These cardinals trifle with me: I abhor The wild sea of my conscience, I did steer
This dilatory sloth, and tricks of Rome. Toward this remedy, whereupon we are
My learn’d and well-beloved servant, Cranmer, Now present here together; that's to say,
Pr'ythee, return! with thy approach, I know, I meant to rectify my conscience,—which
My comfort comes along. [ Aloud.)—Break up the I then did feel full sick, and yet not well,
court: By all the reverend fathers of the land,
I say, set on. [Exeunt, manner as they entered. And doctors learn’d. First, I began in private
Gent. An't please your grace, the two great cardinals
Wait in the presence.
Would they speak with me?
Gent. They will’d me say so, madam.
Pray their graces with troubles ; Sing, and disperse them, if thou canst. Leave working. With me, a poor weak woman, fallen from favour ?
To come near. [Exit Gent.) What can be their business
I do not like their coming, now I think on't.
They should be good men, their affairs as righteous ;
But all hoods make not monks.
Enter Wolsey and CampeiuS.
Peace to your highness. Ever sprung; as sun, and showers,
Q. Kath. Your graces find me here part of a house-
I would be all, against the worst may happen.
What are your pleasures with me, reverend lords ?
. May it please you, noble madam, to withdraw In sweet music is such art,
Into your private chamber, we shall give you
The full cause of our coming.
There's nothing I have done yet, o' my conscience,
Deserves a corner: would all other women
Speak it here.
My lords, I care not, (so much I am happy
He's loving, and most gracious : 'twill be much Above a number) if my actions
Both for your honour better, and your cause ; Were tried by every tongue, every eye saw them,
For if the trial of the law o'ertake you, Envy and base opinion set against them,
You'll part away disgrac'd. I know my life so even. If y your business
He tells you rightly. Seek me out, and that way I am wife in,
Q. Kath. Ye tell me what ye wish for both, --my ruin. Out with it boldly : truth loves open dealing.
Is this your Christian counsel ? out upon ye! Wol. Tanta est erga te mentis integritas, regina sere- Heaven is above all yet: there sits a Judge nissima,
That no king can corrupt. Q. Kath. O, good my lord, no Latin :
mistakes us. I am not such a truant since my coming,
Q. Kath. The more shame for ye! holy men I As not to know the language I have liv’d in :
thought ye, A strange tongue makes my cause more strange, sus- Upon my soul, two reverend cardinal virtues ; picious;
But cardinal sins, and hollow hearts, I fear ye. Pray, speak in English. Here are some will thank you, Mend them for shame, my lords. Is this your comIf you speak truth, for their poor mistress' sake :
fort? Believe me, she has had much wrong. Lord cardinal, The cordial that ye bring a wretched lady ? The willing'st sin I ever yet committed
A woman lost among ye, laugh'd at, scorn'd ? May be absolv'd in English.
I will not wish ye half my miseries, Wol.
I have more charity; but say, I warn'd ye: I am sorry, my integrity should breed,
Take heed, for heaven's sake, take heed, lest at once (And service to his majesty and you)
The burden of my sorrows fall upon ye. So deep suspicion, where all faith was meant.
Wol. Madam, this is a mere distraction; We come not by the way of accusation,
You turn the good we offer into envy. To taint that honour every good tongue blesses,
Q. Kath. Ye turn me into nothing. Woe upon ye, Nor to betray you any way to sorrow;
And all such false professors ! Would ye have me You have too much, good lady; but to know
(If ye have any justice, any pity, How you stand minded in the weighty difference If
be any thing but churchmen's habits) Between the king and you, and to deliver,
Put my sick cause into his hands that hates me? Like free and honest men, our just opinions,
Alas! he has banish'd me his bed already ; And comforts to your cause.
His love, too long ago: I am old, my lords, Cam.
Most honour'd madam, And all the fellowship I hold now with him My lord of York,-out of his noble nature,
Is only my obedience. What can happen Zeal and obedience he still bore your grace,
To me above this wretchedness ? all your studies Forgetting, like a good man, your late censure
Make me a curse like this. Both of his truth and him, (which was too far)—
Your fears are worse. Offers, as I do, in a sign of peace,
Q. Kath. Have I liv'd thus long-(let me speak His service and bis counsel.
myself, Q. Kath.
To betray me. [Aside. Since virtue finds no friends,)—a wife, a true one ? My lords, I thank you both for your good wills, A woman (I dare say without vain-glory) Ye speak like honest men, (pray God, ye prove so !)
Never yet branded with suspicion? But how to make ye suddenly an answer,
Have I with all my full affections In such a point of weight, so near mine honour, Still met the king? lov'd him next heaven? obey'd (More near my life, I fear,) with my weak wit,
him? And to such men of gravity and learning,
Been, out of fondness, superstitious to him? In truth, I know not. I was set at work
Almost forgot my prayers to content him? Among my maids ; full little, God knows, looking And am I thus rewarded ? 'tis not well, lords. Either for such men, or such business.
Bring me a constant woman to her husband, For her sake that I have been, for I feel
One that ne'er dream'd a joy beyond his pleasure, The last fit of my greatness, good your graces, And to that woman, when she has done most, Let me have time and counsel for my cause.
Yet will I add an honour,—a great patience. Alas! I am a woman, friendless, hopeless.
Wol. Madam, you wander from the good we aim at. Wol. Madam, you wrong the king's love with these Q. Kath. My lord, I dare not make myself so guilty, fears :
To give up willingly that noble title Your hopes and friends are infinite.
Your master wed me to:
nothing but death Q. Kath.
In England, Shall e'er divorce my dignities. But little for my profit: can you think, lords,
Pray, hear me. That any Englishman dare give me counsel ?
Q. Kath. Would I had never trod this English earth, Or be a known friend, 'gainst his highness' pleasure, Or felt the flatteries that grow upon it! (Though he be grown so desperate to be honest) Ye have angels' faces, but heaven knows your hearts. And live a subject? Nay, forsooth, my friends, What will become of me now, wretched lady? They that must weigh out my afflictions,
I am the most unhappy woman living.They that my trust must grow to, live not here : Alas! poor wenches, where are now your fortunes ! They are, as all my other comforts, far hence,
[To her Women. In mine own country, lords.
Shipwreck'd upon a kingdom, where no pity,
No friends, no hope, no kindred weep for me,
How, sir? | That once was mistress of the field and flourish’d, Cam. Put your main cause into the king's pro- I'll hang my head, and perish. tection;
If your grace
Could but be brought to know our ends are honest,
As I could wish mine enemy.
O! how ? how ? For goodness' sake, consider what you do;
Suf. The cardinal's letter to the pope miscarried,
And came to the eye o' the king; wherein was read,
To stay the judgment o' the divorce ; for if
My king is tangled in affection to
A creature of the queen's, lady Anne Bullen.”
Sur. Has the king this?
You wrong your
Will this work? virtues
Cham. The king in this perceives him, how he coasts,
All his tricks founder, and he brings his physic
Hath married the fair lady.
Would he had !
Suf. May you be happy in your wish, my lord;
Now may all joy
Trace the conjunction!
My amen to't.
All men's. Pray do my service to his majesty :
Suf. There's order given for her coronation :
Marry, this is yet but young, and may be left
She is a gallant creature, and complete
In it be memoriz'd.
But, will the king
The lord forbid !
There be more wasps than buz about his nose,
Will make this sting the sooner.
Has left the cause o' the king unhandļed, and
I am joyful
Is posted, as the agent of our cardinal,
To second all his plot. I do assure you
The king cried, ha! at this.
Now, God incense him,
And let him cry ha! louder.
But, my lord,
When returns Cranmer?
Suf. He is return'd in his opinions, which
Have satisfied the king for his divorce,
Almost in Christendom. Shortly, I believe,
Shall be call'd queen, but princess dowager,
And widow to prince Arthur.
A worthy fellow, and hath ta’en much pain
In the king's business.
He has; and we shall see him
So I hear.
Enter Wolsey and CROMWELL.
Observe, observe; he's moody:
the king ? Are all unfolded; wherein he appears,
Crom. To his own hand, in his bedchamber.
This same Cranmer's
[They stand back.
Wol. Look'd he o' th' inside of the paper ? His thinkings are below the moon, not worth
Presently His serious considering.
[He takes his seat, and whispers Lovell, who He did it with a serious mind; a heed
goes to Wolsey. Was in his countenance : you he bade
Heaven forgive me! [Amazedly. Attend him here this morning.
Ever God bless your highness.
Is he ready
Good my lord,
You are full of heavenly stuff, and bear the inventory
Of your best graces in your mind, the which
[Exit Cromwell. You were now running o'er: you have scarce time It shall be to the duchess of Alençon,
To steal from spiritual labour a brief span, The French king's sister: he shall marry her.- To keep your earthly audit. Sure, in that Anne Bullen? No; I'll no Anne Bullens for him : I deem you an ill husband, and am glad There's more in't than fair visage.-- Bullen !
To have you therein my companion. No, we'll no Bullens.—Speedily I wish
To think upon the part of business, which
May be, he hears the king I bear i’ the state ; and nature does require
Her times of preservation, which, perforce,
I her frail son, amongst my brethren mortal,
Must give my tendance to.
You have said well.
Wol. And ever may your highness yoke together, To be her mistress' mistress! the queen's queen! As I will lend you cause, my doing well This candle burns not clear: 'tis I must snuff it; With my well saying! Then, out it goes. What though I know her virtuous, K. Hen.
'Tis well said again; And well deserving, yet I know her for
And 'tis a kind of good deed to say well: A spleeny Lutheran; and not wholesome to
And yet words are no deeds. My father lov'd you; Our cause, that she should lie i' the bosom of
He said he did, and with his deed did crown Our hard-rul'd king. Again, there is sprung up His word upon you: since I had my office, An heretic, an arch one, Cranmer; one
I have kept you next my heart; have not alone Hath crawl'd into the favour of the king,
Employ'd you where high profits might come home, And is his oracle.
[Retires, musing. But par'd my present havings, to bestow
My bounties upon you.
What should this mean? [ Aside. string,
Sur. The Lord increase this business! Behind. The master-chord on's heart!
Have I not made you
The king, the king! If what I now pronounce you have found true;
What say you? Seems to flow from him ! How, i' the name of thrift, Wol. My sovereign, I confess, your royal graces, Does he rake this together?—Now, my lords ; Shower'd on me daily, have been more than could Saw you the cardinal ?
My studied purposes requite; which went
My lord, we have [Coming forward. Beyond all man's endeavours: my endeavours
Yet fill'd with my abilities. Mine own ends
Have been mine so, that evermore they pointed Then, lays his finger on his temple; straight, To the good of your most sacred person, and Springs out into fast gait; then, stops again,
The profit of the state. For your great graces
Heap'd upon me, poor undeserver, I
My prayers to heaven for you; my loyalty,
well be: Which ever has, and ever shall be growing, There is a mutiny in's mind. This morning
Till death, that winter, kill it. Papers of state he sent me to peruse,
Fairly answer'd: As I requir'd ; and, wot you, what I found
A loyal and obedient subject is There, on my conscience, put unwittingly?
Therein illustrated. The honour of it Forsooth an inventory, thus importing,
Does pay the act of it; as, i’ the contrary,
The foulness is the punishment. I presume,
My heart dropp'd love, my power rain'd honour, more Possession of a subject.
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 'twere in love's particular, be more
To me, your friend, than any.
I do profess, And fix'd on spiritual object, he should still
That for your highness' good I ever labour'd Dwell in his musings; but, I am afraid,
More than mine own: that am, have, and will be
(Though all the world should crack their duty to you, Sur. The king that gave it. And throw it from their soul; though perils did
It must be himself, then.
Proud lord, thou liest : As doth a rock against the chiding flood,
Within these forty hours Surrey durst better Should the approach of this wild river break,
Have burnt that tongue, than said so. And stand unshaken yours.
Thy ambition, K. Hen.
'Tis nobly spoken. Thou scarlet sin, robb'd this bewailing land Take notice, lords, he has a loyal breast,
Of noble Buckingham, my father-in-law : For you have seen him open't.—Read o'er this : The heads of all thy brother cardinals,
[Giving him Papers. (With thee, and all thy best parts bound together) And, after, this; and then to breakfast, with Weigh'd not a hair of his. Plague of your policy ! What appetite you have.
You sent me deputy for Ireland, [Exit King, frowning upon Cardinal Wolsey: the Far from his succour, from the king, from all
Nobles throng after him, smiling, and whispering. That might have mercy on the fault thou gav'st him; Wol.
What should this mean? Whilst your great goodness, out of holy pity, What sudden anger's this? how have I reap'd it?
Absolv'd him with an axe. He parted frowning from me, as if ruin
This, and all else
From any private malice in his end,
Dare mate a sounder man than Surrey can be,
And all that love his follies. I sent the king? Is there no way to cure this ?
By my soul, No new device to beat this from his brains ?
Your long coat, priest, protects you : thou should'st feel I know 'twill stir him strongly; yet I know
My sword i' the life-blood of thee else.—My lords,
Can ye endure to hear this arrogance?
To be thus jaded by a piece of scarlet,
Farewell nobility ; let his grace go forward, I writ to his holiness. Nay then, farewell !
And dare us with his cap, like larks. I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness,
All goodness And from that full meridian of my glory,
Is poison to thy stomach. I haste now to my setting : I shall fall
Yes, that goodness Like a bright exhalation in the evening,
Of gleaning all the land's wealth into one, And no man see me more.
[Sinks in a chair. Into your own hands, cardinal, by extortion; Re-enter the Dukes of Norfolk and Suffolk, the The goodness of your intercepted packets,
Earl of Surrey, and the Lord Chamberlain. You writ to the pope, against the king; your goodNor. Hear the king's pleasure, cardinal; who ness, commands you
Since you provoke me, shall be most notorious.To render up the great seal presently
My lord of Norfolk, -as you are truly noble, Into our hands, and to confine yourself
As you respect the common good, the state To Asher-house, my lord of Winchester's,
Of our despis'd nobility, our issues, Till you hear farther from his highness.
(Who, if he live, will scarce be gentlemen) Wol.
Stay: [Rising. Produce the grand sum of his sins, the articles
Worse than the sacring bell, when the brown wench
Lay kissing in your arms, lord cardinal.
man, (I mean your malice) know, officious lords,
But that I am bound in charity against it.
Nor. Those articles, my lord, are in the king's hand;
So much fairer, As if it fed ye; and how sleek and wanton
And spotless, shall mine innocence arise, Ye appear
every thing may bring my ruin. When the king knows my truth. Follow your envious courses, men of malice ;
This cannot save you.
Some of these articles; and out they shall. (Mine, and your master) with his own hand gave me; You'll show a little honesty.
Now, if you can blush, and cry guilty, cardinal, Bade me enjoy it, with the place and honours,
Wol. During my life, and to confirm his goodness,
Speak on, sir;
I dare your worst objections: if I blush,