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King Henry the Eighth
King Henry the Eighth

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King Henry the Eighth

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ACT I. SCENE 3

London. The palace

Enter the LORD CHAMBERLAIN and LORD SANDYS

  CHAMBERLAIN. Is't possible the spells of France should juggle    Men into such strange mysteries?  SANDYS. New customs,    Though they be never so ridiculous,    Nay, let 'em be unmanly, yet are follow'd.  CHAMBERLAIN. As far as I see, all the good our English    Have got by the late voyage is but merely    A fit or two o' th' face; but they are shrewd ones;    For when they hold 'em, you would swear directly    Their very noses had been counsellors    To Pepin or Clotharius, they keep state so.  SANDYS. They have all new legs, and lame ones. One would takeit,    That never saw 'em pace before, the spavin    Or springhalt reign'd among 'em.  CHAMBERLAIN. Death! my lord,    Their clothes are after such a pagan cut to't,    That sure th' have worn out Christendom.

Enter SIR THOMAS LOVELL

    How now?    What news, Sir Thomas Lovell?  LOVELL. Faith, my lord,    I hear of none but the new proclamation    That's clapp'd upon the court gate.  CHAMBERLAIN. What is't for?  LOVELL. The reformation of our travell'd gallants,    That fill the court with quarrels, talk, and tailors.  CHAMBERLAIN. I am glad 'tis there. Now I would pray ourmonsieurs    To think an English courtier may be wise,    And never see the Louvre.  LOVELL. They must either,    For so run the conditions, leave those remnants    Of fool and feather that they got in France,    With all their honourable points of ignorance    Pertaining thereunto-as fights and fireworks;    Abusing better men than they can be,    Out of a foreign wisdom-renouncing clean    The faith they have in tennis, and tall stockings,    Short blist'red breeches, and those types of travel    And understand again like honest men,    Or pack to their old playfellows. There, I take it,    They may, cum privilegio, wear away    The lag end of their lewdness and be laugh'd at.  SANDYS. 'Tis time to give 'em physic, their diseases    Are grown so catching.  CHAMBERLAIN. What a loss our ladies    Will have of these trim vanities!  LOVELL. Ay, marry,    There will be woe indeed, lords: the sly whoresons    Have got a speeding trick to lay down ladies.    A French song and a fiddle has no fellow.  SANDYS. The devil fiddle 'em! I am glad they are going,    For sure there's no converting 'em. Now    An honest country lord, as I am, beaten    A long time out of play, may bring his plainsong    And have an hour of hearing; and, by'r Lady,    Held current music too.  CHAMBERLAIN. Well said, Lord Sandys;    Your colt's tooth is not cast yet.  SANDYS. No, my lord,    Nor shall not while I have a stamp.  CHAMBERLAIN. Sir Thomas,    Whither were you a-going?  LOVELL. To the Cardinal's;    Your lordship is a guest too.  CHAMBERLAIN. O, 'tis true;    This night he makes a supper, and a great one,    To many lords and ladies; there will be    The beauty of this kingdom, I'll assure you.  LOVELL. That churchman bears a bounteous mind indeed,    A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us;    His dews fall everywhere.  CHAMBERLAIN. No doubt he's noble;    He had a black mouth that said other of him.  SANDYS. He may, my lord; has wherewithal. In him    Sparing would show a worse sin than ill doctrine:    Men of his way should be most liberal,    They are set here for examples.  CHAMBERLAIN. True, they are so;    But few now give so great ones. My barge stays;    Your lordship shall along. Come, good Sir Thomas,    We shall be late else; which I would not be,    For I was spoke to, with Sir Henry Guildford,    This night to be comptrollers.  SANDYS. I am your lordship's.

Exeunt

ACT I. SCENE 4

London. The Presence Chamber in York Place

Hautboys. A small table under a state for the Cardinal, a longer table for the guests. Then enter ANNE BULLEN, and divers other LADIES and GENTLEMEN, as guests, at one door; at another door enter SIR HENRY GUILDFORD

  GUILDFORD. Ladies, a general welcome from his Grace    Salutes ye all; this night he dedicates    To fair content and you. None here, he hopes,    In all this noble bevy, has brought with her    One care abroad; he would have all as merry    As, first, good company, good wine, good welcome,    Can make good people.Enter LORD CHAMBERLAIN, LORD SANDYS, and SIR THOMAS LOVELL    O, my lord, y'are tardy,    The very thought of this fair company    Clapp'd wings to me.  CHAMBERLAIN. You are young, Sir Harry Guildford.  SANDYS. Sir Thomas Lovell, had the Cardinal    But half my lay thoughts in him, some of these    Should find a running banquet ere they rested    I think would better please 'em. By my life,    They are a sweet society of fair ones.  LOVELL. O that your lordship were but now confessor    To one or two of these!  SANDYS. I would I were;    They should find easy penance.  LOVELL. Faith, how easy?  SANDYS. As easy as a down bed would afford it.  CHAMBERLAIN. Sweet ladies, will it please you sit? Sir Harry,    Place you that side; I'll take the charge of this.    His Grace is ent'ring. Nay, you must not freeze:    Two women plac'd together makes cold weather.    My Lord Sandys, you are one will keep 'em waking:    Pray sit between these ladies.  SANDYS. By my faith,    And thank your lordship. By your leave, sweet ladies.                 [Seats himself between ANNE BULLEN and anotherlady]    If I chance to talk a little wild, forgive me;    I had it from my father.  ANNE. Was he mad, sir?  SANDYS. O, very mad, exceeding mad, in love too.    But he would bite none; just as I do now,    He would kiss you twenty with a breath. [Kissesher]  CHAMBERLAIN. Well said, my lord.    So, now y'are fairly seated. Gentlemen,    The penance lies on you if these fair ladies    Pass away frowning.  SANDYS. For my little cure,    Let me alone.Hautboys. Enter CARDINAL WOLSEY, attended; and takes his state  WOLSEY. Y'are welcome, my fair guests. That noble lady    Or gentleman that is not freely merry    Is not my friend. This, to confirm my welcome-    And to you all, good health![Drinks]  SANDYS. Your Grace is noble.    Let me have such a bowl may hold my thanks    And save me so much talking.  WOLSEY. My Lord Sandys,    I am beholding to you. Cheer your neighbours.    Ladies, you are not merry. Gentlemen,    Whose fault is this?  SANDYS. The red wine first must rise    In their fair cheeks, my lord; then we shall have 'em    Talk us to silence.  ANNE. You are a merry gamester,    My Lord Sandys.  SANDYS. Yes, if I make my play.    Here's to your ladyship; and pledge it, madam,    For 'tis to such a thing-  ANNE. You cannot show me.  SANDYS. I told your Grace they would talk anon.                             [Drum and trumpet. Chambersdischarg'd]  WOLSEY. What's that?  CHAMBERLAIN. Look out there, some of ye. Exit aSERVANT  WOLSEY. What warlike voice,    And to what end, is this? Nay, ladies, fear not:    By all the laws of war y'are privileg'd.

Re-enter SERVANT

  CHAMBERLAIN. How now! what is't?  SERVANT. A noble troop of strangers-    For so they seem. Th' have left their barge and landed,    And hither make, as great ambassadors    From foreign princes.  WOLSEY. Good Lord Chamberlain,    Go, give 'em welcome; you can speak the French tongue;    And pray receive 'em nobly and conduct 'em    Into our presence, where this heaven of beauty    Shall shine at full upon them. Some attend him.              Exit CHAMBERLAIN attended. All rise, and tablesremov'd    You have now a broken banquet, but we'll mend it.    A good digestion to you all; and once more    I show'r a welcome on ye; welcome all.

Hautboys. Enter the KING, and others, as maskers, habited like shepherds, usher'd by the LORD CHAMBERLAIN.

They pass directly before the CARDINAL, and gracefully salute him

    A noble company! What are their pleasures?  CHAMBERLAIN. Because they speak no English, thus they pray'd    To tell your Grace, that, having heard by fame    Of this so noble and so fair assembly    This night to meet here, they could do no less,    Out of the great respect they bear to beauty,    But leave their flocks and, under your fair conduct,    Crave leave to view these ladies and entreat    An hour of revels with 'em.  WOLSEY. Say, Lord Chamberlain,    They have done my poor house grace; for which I pay 'em    A thousand thanks, and pray 'em take their pleasures.                   [They choose ladies. The KING chooses ANNEBULLEN]  KING. The fairest hand I ever touch'd! O beauty,    Till now I never knew thee! [Music.Dance]  WOLSEY. My lord!  CHAMBERLAIN. Your Grace?  WOLSEY. Pray tell 'em thus much from me:    There should be one amongst 'em, by his person,    More worthy this place than myself; to whom,    If I but knew him, with my love and duty    I would surrender it.  CHAMBERLAIN. I will, my lord.                                         [He whispers to themaskers]  WOLSEY. What say they?  CHAMBERLAIN. Such a one, they all confess,    There is indeed; which they would have your Grace    Find out, and he will take it.  WOLSEY. Let me see, then. [Comes from hisstate]    By all your good leaves, gentlemen, here I'll make    My royal choice.  KING. [Unmasking] Ye have found him, Cardinal.    You hold a fair assembly; you do well, lord.    You are a churchman, or, I'll tell you, Cardinal,    I should judge now unhappily.  WOLSEY. I am glad    Your Grace is grown so pleasant.  KING. My Lord Chamberlain,    Prithee come hither: what fair lady's that?  CHAMBERLAIN. An't please your Grace, Sir Thomas Bullen's      daughter-    The Viscount Rochford-one of her Highness' women.  KING. By heaven, she is a dainty one. Sweet heart,    I were unmannerly to take you out    And not to kiss you. A health, gentlemen!    Let it go round.  WOLSEY. Sir Thomas Lovell, is the banquet ready    I' th' privy chamber?  LOVELL. Yes, my lord.  WOLSEY. Your Grace,    I fear, with dancing is a little heated.  KING. I fear, too much.  WOLSEY. There's fresher air, my lord,    In the next chamber.  KING. Lead in your ladies, ev'ry one. Sweet partner,    I must not yet forsake you. Let's be merry:    Good my Lord Cardinal, I have half a dozen healths    To drink to these fair ladies, and a measure    To lead 'em once again; and then let's dream    Who's best in favour. Let the music knock it.Exeunt, with trumpets

ACT II. SCENE 1

Westminster. A street

Enter two GENTLEMEN, at several doors

  FIRST GENTLEMAN. Whither away so fast?  SECOND GENTLEMAN. O, God save ye!    Ev'n to the Hall, to hear what shall become    Of the great Duke of Buckingham.  FIRST GENTLEMAN. I'll save you    That labour, sir. All's now done but the ceremony    Of bringing back the prisoner.  SECOND GENTLEMAN. Were you there?  FIRST GENTLEMAN. Yes, indeed, was I.  SECOND GENTLEMAN. Pray, speak what has happen'd.  FIRST GENTLEMAN. You may guess quickly what.  SECOND GENTLEMAN. Is he found guilty?  FIRST GENTLEMAN. Yes, truly is he, and condemn'd upon't.  SECOND GENTLEMAN. I am sorry for't.  FIRST GENTLEMAN. So are a number more.  SECOND GENTLEMAN. But, pray, how pass'd it?  FIRST GENTLEMAN. I'll tell you in a little. The great Duke.    Came to the bar; where to his accusations    He pleaded still not guilty, and alleged    Many sharp reasons to defeat the law.    The King's attorney, on the contrary,    Urg'd on the examinations, proofs, confessions,    Of divers witnesses; which the Duke desir'd    To have brought, viva voce, to his face;    At which appear'd against him his surveyor,    Sir Gilbert Peck his chancellor, and John Car,    Confessor to him, with that devil-monk,    Hopkins, that made this mischief.  SECOND GENTLEMAN. That was he    That fed him with his prophecies?  FIRST GENTLEMAN. The same.    All these accus'd him strongly, which he fain    Would have flung from him; but indeed he could not;    And so his peers, upon this evidence,    Have found him guilty of high treason. Much    He spoke, and learnedly, for life; but all    Was either pitied in him or forgotten.  SECOND GENTLEMAN. After all this, how did he bear him-self  FIRST GENTLEMAN. When he was brought again to th' bar to hear    His knell rung out, his judgment, he was stirr'd    With such an agony he sweat extremely,    And something spoke in choler, ill and hasty;    But he fell to himself again, and sweetly    In all the rest show'd a most noble patience.  SECOND GENTLEMAN. I do not think he fears death.  FIRST GENTLEMAN. Sure, he does not;    He never was so womanish; the cause    He may a little grieve at.  SECOND GENTLEMAN. Certainly    The Cardinal is the end of this.  FIRST GENTLEMAN. 'Tis likely,    By all conjectures: first, Kildare's attainder,    Then deputy of Ireland, who remov'd,    Earl Surrey was sent thither, and in haste too,    Lest he should help his father.  SECOND GENTLEMAN. That trick of state

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