Henry the Eighth

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                    <l>I come no more to make you laugh. Things now</l>
                        <l>That bear a weighty and a serious brow;</l>
                        <l>Sad, high, and working, full of state and woe.</l>
                        <l>Such noble scenes as draw the eye to flow,</l>
                        <l>We now present. Those that can pity here</l>
                        <l>May, if they think it well, let fall a tear:</l>
                        <l>The subject will deserve it. Such as give</l>
                        <l>Their money out of hope they may believe,</l>
                        <l>May here find truth, too. Those that come to see</l>
                        <l>Only a show or two, and so agree</l>
                        <l>The play may pass, if they be still and willing,</l>
                        <l>I’ll undertake may see away their shilling</l>
                        <l>Richly in two short hours. Only they</l>
                        <l>That come to hear a merry, bawdy play,</l>
                        <l>A noise of targets, or to see a fellow</l>
                        <l>In a long motley coat guarded with yellow,</l>
                        <l>Will be deceived. For, gentle hearers, know</l>
                        <l>To rank our chosen truth with such a show</l>
                        <l>As fool and fight is, beside forfeiting</l>
                        <l>Our own brains and the opinion that we bring</l>
                        <l>To make that only true we now intend,</l>
                        <l>Will leave us never an understanding friend.</l>
                        <l>Therefore, for goodness’ sake, and as you are known</l>
                        <l>The first and happiest hearers of the town,</l>
                        <l>Be sad, as we would make ye. Think ye see</l>
                        <l>The very persons of our noble story</l>
                        <l>As they were living; think you see them great,</l>
                        <l>And followed with the general throng and sweat</l>
                        <l>Of thousand friends; then, in a moment, see</l>
                        <l>How soon this mightiness meets misery;</l>
                        <l>And if you can be merry then, I’ll say</l>
                        <l>A man may weep upon his wedding day.</l></sp>
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                    <head>1.1</head>
                    
                    <stage type="other" n="location, action">Enter the <persName n="#norfolk">Duke of Norfolk</persName> at one door. 
                        At the other, the <persName n="#buckingham">Duke of Buckingham</persName>, and the <persName n="#abergavenny">Lord 
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                        <l>Good morrow, and well met. How have ye done</l>
                            <l>Since last we saw in France?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_norfolk" xml:id="emdH8_M_a1_s1_sp2"><speaker>Norfolk</speaker>
                        <l>I thank your grace,</l>
                            <l>Healthful, and ever since a fresh admirer</l>
                            <l>Of what I saw there.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_buckingham" xml:id="emdH8_M_a1_s1_sp3"><speaker>Buckingham</speaker>
                        <l>An untimely ague</l>
                            <l>Stayed me a prisoner in my chamber when</l>
                            <l>Those sons of glory, those two lights of men,</l>
                            <l>Met in the vale of Andres</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_norfolk" xml:id="emdH8_M_a1_s1_sp4"><speaker>Norfolk</speaker>
                        <l>’Twixt Guînes and Ardes</l>
                            <l>I was then present, saw them salute on horseback,</l>
                            <l>Beheld them when they lighted, how they clung</l>
                            <l>In their embracement, as they grew together,</l>
                            <l>Which had they,</l>
                            <l>What four throned ones could have weighed</l>
                            <l>Such a compounded one?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_buckingham" xml:id="emdH8_M_a1_s1_sp5"><speaker>Buckingham</speaker>
                        <l>All the whole time</l>
                            <l>I was my chamber’s prisoner.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_norfolk" xml:id="emdH8_M_a1_s1_sp6"><speaker>Norfolk</speaker>
                        <l>Then you lost</l>
                            <l>The view of earthly glory. Men might say</l>
                            <l>Till this time pomp was single, but now married</l>
                            <l>To one above itself. Each following day</l>
                            <l>Became the next day’s master, till the last</l>
                            <l>Made former wonders its. Today the French,</l>
                            <l>All clinquant, all in gold, like heathen gods,</l>
                            <l>Shone down the English; and tomorrow they</l>
                            <l>Made Britain India: every man that stood</l>
                            <l>Showed like a mine. Their dwarfish pages were</l>
                            <l>As cherubim, all gilt. The madams too,</l>
                            <l>Not used to toil, did almost sweat to bear</l>
                            <l>The pride upon them, that their very labor</l>
                            <l>Was to them as a painting. Now this masque</l>
                            <l>Was cried incomparable, and th’ensuing night</l>
                            <l>Made it a fool and beggar. The two kings,</l>
                            <l>Equal in luster, were now best, now worst,</l>
                            <l>As presence did present them: him in eye,</l>
                            <l>Still him in praise, and being present both,</l>
                            <l>For so they phrase ’em —- by their heralds challenged</l>
                            <l>’Twas said they saw but one, and no discerner</l>
                            <l>Durst wag his tongue in censure. When these suns —-</l>
                            <l>The noble spirits to arms, they did perform</l>
                            <l>Beyond thought’s compass, that former fabulous story</l>
                            <l>Being now seen possible enough, got credit</l>
                            <l>That Bevis was believed.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_buckingham"><speaker>Buckingham</speaker>
                       <l>Oh, you go far.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_norfolk"><speaker>Norfolk</speaker>
                        <l>As I belong to worship, and affect</l>
                            <l>In honor honesty, the tract of everything</l>
                            <l>Would by a good discourser lose some life,</l>
                            <l>Which action’s self was tongue to.
                                All was royal;</l>
                            
                            
                            <l>To the disposing of it nought rebelled,</l>
                            <l>Order gave each thing view; the office did</l>
                            <l>Distinctly his full function.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_buckingham"><speaker>Buckingham</speaker>
                        <l>Who did guide —-</l>
                            
                            <l>I mean, who set the body and the limbs</l>
                            <l>Of this great sport together, 
                                as you guess?</l></sp>           
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_norfolk"><speaker>Norfolk</speaker>
                        <l>One, certes, that promises no element</l>
                            <l>In such a business.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_buckingham"><speaker>Buckingham</speaker>
                        <l>I pray you who, my lord?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_norfolk"><speaker>Norfolk</speaker>
                        <l>All this was ordered by the good discretion</l>
                            <l>Of the right reverend Cardinal of York.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_buckingham"><speaker>Buckingham</speaker>
                        <l>The devil speed him! No man’s pie is freed</l>
                            <l>From his ambitious finger. What had he</l>
                            <l>To do in these fierce vanities? I wonder</l>
                            <l>That such a keech can with his very bulk</l>
                            <l>Take up the rays o’th’beneficial sun</l>
                            <l>And keep it from the earth.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_norfolk"><speaker>Norfolk</speaker>
                        <l>Surely, sir,</l>
                            <l>There’s in him stuff that puts him to these ends;</l>
                            <l>For being not propped by ancestry,</l>
                            <l>Chalks successors their way, nor called upon</l>
                            <l>For high feats done to th’crown, neither allied</l>
                            <l>To eminent assistants, but spider-like,</l>
                            <l>Out of his self-drawing web, ’a gives us note</l>
                            <l>The force of his own merit makes his way</l>
                            <l>A gift that heaven gives for him, which buys</l>
                            <l>A place next to the king.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_abergavenny"><speaker>Abergavenny</speaker>
                        <l>I cannot tell</l>
                            <l>What heaven hath given him—let some grayer eye</l>
                            <l>Pierce into that—but I can see his pride</l>
                            <l>Peep through each part of him; whence has he that,</l>
                            <l>If not from hell? The devil is a niggard,</l>
                            <l>Or has given all before, and he begins</l>
                            <l>A new hell in himself.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_buckingham"><speaker>Buckingham</speaker>
                        <l>Why the devil,</l>
                            <l>Upon this French going-out, took he upon him,</l>
                            <l>Without the privity o’th’king, t’appoint</l>
                            <l>Who should attend on him? He makes up the file</l>
                            <l>Of all the gentry; for the most part such</l>
                            <l>To whom as great a charge, as little honor</l>
                            <l>He meant to lay upon; and his own letter,</l>
                            <l>The honorable board of council, out</l>
                            <l>Must fetch him in, he papers.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_abergavenny"><speaker>Abergavenny</speaker>
                        <l>I do know</l>
                            <l>Kinsmen of mine, three at the least, that have</l>
                            <l>By this so sickened their estates that never</l>
                            <l>They shall abound as formerly.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_buckingham"><speaker>Buckingham</speaker>
                        <l>Oh, many</l>
                            <l>Have broke their backs with laying manors on ’em</l>
                            <l>For this great journey. What did this vanity</l>
                            <l>But minister communication of</l>
                            <l>A most poor issue?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_norfolk"><speaker>Norfolk</speaker>
                        <l>Grievingly, I think</l>
                            <l>The peace between the French and us not values</l>
                            <l>The cost that did conclude it.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_buckingham"><speaker>Buckingham</speaker>
                        <l>Every man,</l>
                            <l>After the hideous storm that followed, was</l>
                            <l>A thing inspired, and not consulting, broke</l>
                            <l>Into a general prophesy: that this tempest,</l>
                            <l>Dashing the garment of this peace, aboded</l>
                            <l>The sudden breach on’t.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_norfolk"><speaker>Norfolk</speaker>
                        <l>Which is budded out,</l>
                            <l>For France hath flawed the league, and hath attached</l>
                            <l>Our merchants’ goods at Bordeaux.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_abergavenny"><speaker>Abergavenny</speaker>
                        <l>Is it therefore</l>
                            <l>Th’ambassador is silenced?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_norfolk"><speaker>Norfolk</speaker>
                        <l>Marry, is’t.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_abergavenny"><speaker>Abergavenny</speaker>
                        <l>A proper title of a peace, and purchased</l>
                            <l>At a superfluous rate.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_buckingham"><speaker>Buckingham</speaker>
                        <l>Why, all this business</l>
                            <l>Our reverend cardinal carried?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_norfolk"><speaker>Norfolk</speaker>
                        <l>Like it your grace,</l>
                            <l>The state takes notice of the private difference</l>
                            <l>Betwixt you and the cardinal. I advise you—</l>
                            <l>And take it from a heart that wishes towards you</l>
                            <l>Honor and plenteous safety—that you read</l>
                            <l>The cardinal’s malice and his potency</l>
                            <l>Together; to consider further that</l>
                            <l>What his high hatred would effect wants not</l>
                            <l>A minister in his power. You know his nature,</l>
                            <l>That he’s revengeful, and I know his sword</l>
                            <l>Hath a sharp edge: it’s long and’t may be said</l>
                            <l>It reaches far, and where ’twill not extend,</l>
                            <l>Thither he darts it. Bosom up my counsel,</l>
                            <l>You’l find it wholesome. Lo, where comes that rock</l>
                            <l>That I advise your shunning.</l></sp>
                    
                    
                    <stage type="other" n="entrance, delivery, action">Enter Cardinal Wolsey, the purse before him, certain
                        of the guard, and two secretaries with papers. The 
                        cardinal, in his passage, fixeth his eye on Buck-
                        ham, and Buckingham on him,
                        both full of disdain.</stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>The Duke of Buckingham’s surveyor, ha?</l>
                            <l>Where’s his examination?</l></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="delivery"><supplied><persName n="#secretary1">Secretary</persName> hands paper to <persName n="#cardinal">Wolsey</persName></supplied></stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_secretary"><speaker>1 Secretary</speaker>
                        <l>Here so please you.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>Is he in person ready?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_secretary"><speaker>1 Secretary</speaker>
                        <l>Ay, please your grace.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>Well, we shall then know more, and Buckingham</l>
                            <l>Shall lessen this big look.</l></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="exit">Exeunt Cardinal and his train.</stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_buckingham"><speaker>Buckingham</speaker>
                        <l>This butcher’s cur is venom-mouthed, and I</l>
                            <l>Have not the power to muzzle him: therefore best</l>
                            <l>Not wake him in his slumber. A beggar’s book</l>
                            <l>Outworths a noble’s blood.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_norfolk"><speaker>Norfolk</speaker>
                        <l>What, are you chafed?</l>
                            <l>Ask God for temperance: that’s th’appliance only</l>
                            <l>Which your disease requires.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_buckingham"><speaker>Buckingham</speaker>
                        <l>I read in’s looks</l>
                            <l>Matter against me, and his eye reviled</l>
                            <l>Me as his abject obiect at this instant</l>
                            <l>He bores me with some trick; he’s gone to’th’king.</l>
                            <l>I’ll follow, and out-stare him.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_norfolk"><speaker>Norfolk</speaker>
                        <l>Stay, my lord,</l>
                            <l>And let your reason with your choler question</l>
                            <l>What ’tis you go about. To climb steep hills</l>
                            <l>Requires slow pace at first. Anger is like</l>
                            <l>A full hot horse, who being allowed his way,</l>
                            <l>Self-mettle tires him. Not a man in England</l>
                            <l>Can advise me like you. Be to yourself</l>
                            <l>As you would to your friend.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_buckingham"><speaker>Buckingham</speaker>
                        <l>I’ll to the king,</l>
                            <l>And from a mouth of honor quite cry down</l>
                            <l>This Ipswich fellow’s insolence, or proclaim</l>
                            <l>There’s difference in no persons.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_norfolk"><speaker>Norfolk</speaker>
                        <l>Be advised:</l>
                            <l>Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot</l>
                            <l>That it do singe yourself. We may outrun</l>
                            <l>By violent swiftness that which we run at,</l>
                            <l>And lose by over-running. Know you not</l>
                            <l>The fire that mounts the liquor till’t run o’er,</l>
                            <l>In seeming to augment it, wastes it? Be advised:</l>
                            <l>I say again there is no English soul</l>
                            <l>More stronger to direct you than yourself,</l>
                            <l>If with the sap of reason you would quench</l>
                            <l>Or but allay the fire of passion.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_buckingham"><speaker>Buckingham</speaker>
                        <l>Sir,</l>
                            <l>I am thankful to you and I’ll go along</l>
                            <l>By your prescription: but this top-proud fellow,</l>
                            <l>Whom from the flow of gall I name not, but</l>
                            <l>From sincere motions, by intelligence</l>
                            <l>And proofs as clear as founts in July when</l>
                            <l>We see each grain of gravel, I do know</l>
                            <l>To be corrupt and treasonous.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_norfolk"><speaker>Norfolk</speaker>
                        <l>Say not treasonous.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_buckingham"><speaker>Buckingham</speaker>
                        <l>To th’king I’ll say’t, and make my vouch as strong</l>
                            <l>As shore of rock. Attend: this holy fox,</l>
                            <l>Or wolf, or both (for he is equal ravenous</l>
                            <l>As he is subtle, and as prone to mischief</l>
                            <l>As able to perform’t) his mind and place</l>
                            <l>Infecting one another, yea reciprocally,</l>
                            <l>Only to show his pomp as well in France</l>
                            <l>As here at home, suggests the king our master</l>
                            <l>To this last costly treaty, th’interview,</l>
                            <l>That swallowed so much treasure, and like a glass</l>
                            <l>Did break i’th’wrenching.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_norfolk"><speaker>Norfolk</speaker>
                        <l>Faith, and so it did.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_buckingham"><speaker>Buckingham</speaker>
                        <l>Pray give me favor, sir. This cunning cardinal</l>
                            <l>The articles o’th’combination drew</l>
                            <l>As himself pleased, and they were ratified</l>
                            <l>As he cried ’Thus let be’, to as much end</l>
                            <l>As give a crutch to th’dead. But our count-cardinal</l>
                            <l>Has done this, and ’tis well; for worthy Wolsey</l>
                            <l>(Who cannot err) he did it. Now this follows</l>
                            <l>(Which, as I take it, is a kind of puppy</l>
                            <l>To th’old dam treason) Charles the emperor,</l>
                            <l>Under pretence to see the queen his aunt,</l>
                            <l>(For ’twas indeed his color, but he came</l>
                            <l>To whisper Wolsey) here makes visitation.</l>
                            <l>His fears were that the interview betwixt</l>
                            <l>England and France might through their amity</l>
                            <l>Breed him some prejudice; for from this league</l>
                            <l>Peeped harms that menaced him. He privily</l>
                            <l>Deals with our cardinal, and as I trow,</l>
                            <l>(Which I do well, for I am sure the emperor</l>
                            <l>Paid ere he promised) whereby his suit was granted</l>
                            <l>Ere it was asked. But when the way was made</l>
                            <l>And paved with gold, the emperor thus desired</l>
                            <l>That he would please to alter the king’s course</l>
                            <l>And break the aforesaid peace. Let the king know</l>
                            <l>(As soon he shall by me) that thus the cardinal</l>
                            <l>Does buy and sell his honor as he pleases,</l>
                            <l>And for his own advantage.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_norfolk"><speaker>Norfolk</speaker>
                        <l>I am sorry</l>
                            <l>To hear this of him, and could wish he were</l>
                            <l>Somthing mistaken in’t.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_buckingham"><speaker>Buckingham</speaker>
                        <l>No, not a syllable.</l>
                            <l>I do pronounce him in that very shape</l>
                            <l>He shall appear in proof.</l></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="entrance">Enter Brandon, a sergeant-at-arms before him, and 
                        two or three of the guard.</stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_brandon"><speaker>Brandon</speaker>
                        <l>Your office, sergeant: execute it.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_sergeant"><speaker>Sergeant</speaker>
                        <l>Sir,</l>
                            <l>My lord the Duke of Buckingham, and Earl</l>
                            <l>Of Hertford, Stafford and Northampton, I</l>
                            <l>Arrest thee of high treason, in the name</l>
                            <l>Of our most sovereign king.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_buckingham"><speaker>Buckingham</speaker>
                        <l>Lo you, my lord,</l>
                            <l>The net has fallen upon me. I shall perish</l>
                            <l>Under device and practise.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_brandon"><speaker>Brandon</speaker>
                        <l>I am sorry</l>
                            <l>To see you ta’en from liberty to look on</l>
                            <l>The busines present. ’Tis his highness’ pleasure</l>
                            <l>You shall to th’Tower.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_buckingham"><speaker>Buckingham</speaker>
                        <l>It will help me nothing</l>
                            <l>To plead mine innocence, for that dye is on me</l>
                            <l>Which makes my whit’st part, black. The will of heav’n</l>
                            <l>Be done in this and all things: I obey.</l>
                            <l>O my Lord Abergavenny, fare you well.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_brandon"><speaker>Brandon</speaker>
                        <l>Nay, he must bear you company. The king</l>
                            <l>Is pleased you shall to th’Tower, till you know</l>
                            <l>How he determines further.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_abergavenny"><speaker>Abergavenny</speaker>
                        <l>As the duke said,</l>
                            <l>The will of heaven be done, and the king’s pleasure</l>
                            <l>By me obeyed.</l></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="business">B<supplied>randon hands warrant to Buckingham</supplied></stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_brandon"><speaker>Brandon</speaker>
                        <l>Here is a warrant from</l>
                            <l>The king, t’attach Lord Montague and the Bodies</l>
                            <l>Of the duke’s confessor, John de la Car,</l>
                            <l>One Gilbert Peck, his chancellor.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_buckingham"><speaker>Buckingham</speaker>
                        <l>So, so;</l>
                            <l>These are the limbs o’th’plot. No more, I hope.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_brandon"><speaker>Brandon</speaker>
                        <l>A monk o’th’Chartreux.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_buckingham"><speaker>Buckingham</speaker>
                        <l>O, Nicholas Hopkins?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_brandon"><speaker>Brandon</speaker>
                        <l>He.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_buckingham"><speaker>Buckingham</speaker>
                        <l>My surveyor is false. The o’er-great cardinal</l>
                            <l>Hath showed him gold. My life is spanned already;</l>
                            <l>I am the shadow of poor Buckingham,</l>
                            <l>Whose figure even this instant cloud puts on,</l>
                            <l>By dark’ning my clear sun. My lords farewell.</l></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="exit">Exe<supplied>unt</supplied></stage>
                    
                </div>
                
                <div type="scene" n="2" xml:id="emdH8_M_a1_s2">
                    <head>1.2</head>
                    
                     <stage type="other" n="entrance, sound, action, location">Cornets. Enter King Henry, leaning on the cardinal’s 
                        shoulder, the nobles, and Sir Thomas Louell. <supplied>Secretary enters with Cardinal</supplied> The Cardinal 
                        places himself under the king’s feet on 
                        his right side.</stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry" xml:id="emdH8_M_a1_s2_sp1"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>My life itself, and the best heart of it,</l>
                            <l>Thanks you for this great care. I stood i’th’level</l>
                            <l>Of a full-charged confederacy, and give thanks</l>
                            <l>To you that choked it. Let be called before us</l>
                            <l>That gentleman of Buckingham’s: in person</l>
                            <l>I’ll hear him his confessions justify,</l>
                            <l>And point by point the treasons of his master</l>
                            <l>He shall again relate.</l></sp>
                    
                    
                    <stage type="other" n="entrance, sound, location, action">A noise within crying "Room for the Queen, ushered by the 
                        Duke of Norfolk." Enter the queen, Norfolk and 
                        Suffolk. She kneels. <supplied>The</supplied> king riseth from his state, 
                        takes her up, kisses and placeth 
                        her by him.</stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_katherine"><speaker>Katharine</speaker>
                        <l>Nay, we must longer kneel; I am a suitor.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>Arise and take place by us. Half your suit</l>
                            <l>Never name to us; you have half our power.</l>
                            <l>The other moiety ere you ask is given.</l>
                            <l>Repeat your will and take it.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_katherine"><speaker>Katharine</speaker>
                        <l>Thank your majesty.</l>
                            <l>That you would love yourself, and in that love</l>
                            <l>Not unconsidered leave your honor nor</l>
                            <l>The dignity of your office, is the point</l>
                            <l>Of my petition.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>Lady mine, proceed.</l></sp>
                    
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_katherine"><speaker>Katharine</speaker>
                        <l>I am solicited not by a few,</l>
                            <l>And those of true condition, that your subjects</l>
                            <l>Are in great grievance. There have been commissions</l>
                            <l>Sent down among ’em which hath flawed the heart</l>
                            <l>Of all their loyalties; wherein although,</l>
                            <l><stage type="delivery"><supplied>To cardinal</supplied></stage>My good lord cardinal, they vent reproaches</l>
                            <l>Most bitterly on you, as putter on</l>
                            <l>Of these exactions. Yet the king our master,</l>
                            <l>Whose honor heaven shield from soil, even he escapes not</l>
                            <l>Language unmannerly. Yea, such which breaks</l>
                            <l>The sides of loyalty and almost appears</l>
                            <l>In loud rebellion.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_norfolk"><speaker>Norfolk</speaker>
                        <l>Not almost appears,</l>
                            <l>It doth appear; for, upon these taxations,</l>
                            <l>The clothiers all, not able to maintain</l>
                            <l>The many to them longing, have put off</l>
                            <l>The spinsters, carders, fullers, weavers who,</l>
                            <l>Unfit for other life, compelled by hunger</l>
                            <l>And lack of other means, in desperate manner,</l>
                            <l>Daring th’event to th’teeth, are all in uproar,</l>
                            <l>And danger serves among them.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>Taxation?</l>
                            <l>Wherein, and what taxation? My lord cardinal,</l>
                            <l>You that are blamed for it alike with us,</l>
                            <l>Know you of this taxation?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>Please you, sir,</l>
                            <l>I know but of a single part in aught</l>
                            <l>Pertains to th’state, and front but in that file</l>
                            <l>Where others tell steps with me.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_katherine"><speaker>Katharine</speaker>
                        <l>No, my lord,</l>
                            <l>You know no more then others, but you frame</l>
                            <l>Things that are known alike, which are not wholesome</l>
                            <l>To those which would not know them, and yet must</l>
                            <l>Perforce be their acquaintance. These exactions</l>
                            <l>(Whereof my sovereign would have note), they are</l>
                            <l>Most pestilent to th’hearing, and to bear ’em</l>
                            <l>The back is sacrifice to th’ load. They say</l>
                            <l>They are devised by you, ere else you suffer</l>
                            <l>Too hard an exclamation.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>Still, exaction!</l>
                            <l>The nature of it, in what kind let’s know:</l>
                            <l>Is this exaction?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_katherine"><speaker>Katharine</speaker>
                        <l>I am much too venturous</l>
                            <l>In tempting of your patience, but am boldened</l>
                            <l>Under your promised pardon. The subjects’ grief</l>
                            <l>Comes through commissions, which compels from each</l>
                            <l>The sixth part of his substance, to be levied</l>
                            <l>Without delay; and the pretence for this</l>
                            <l>Is named your wars in France. This makes bold mouths,</l>
                            <l>Tongues spit their duties out and cold hearts freeze</l>
                            <l>Allegiance in them; their curses now</l>
                            <l>Live where their prayers did, and it’s come to pass</l>
                            <l>This tractable obedience is a slave</l>
                            <l>To each incensed will. I would your highness</l>
                            <l>Would give it quick consideration, for</l>
                            <l>There is no primer baseness.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>By my life,</l>
                            <l>This is against our pleasure.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>And for me,</l> 
                            <l>I have no further gone in this than by</l>
                            <l>A single voice, and that not past me, but</l>
                            <l>By learned approbation of the judges. If I am</l>
                            <l>Traduced by ignorant tongues, which neither know</l>
                            <l>My faculties nor person, yet will be</l>
                            <l>The chronicles of my doing, let me say</l>
                            <l>’Tis but the fate of place and the rough brake</l>
                            <l>That virtue must go through. We must not stint</l>
                            <l>Our necessary actions in the fear</l>
                            <l>To cope malicious censurers, which ever,</l>
                            <l>As ravenous fishes, do a vessel follow</l>
                            <l>That is new-trimmed, but benefit no further</l>
                            <l>Than vainly longing. What we oft do best,</l>
                            <l>By sick interpreters (once weak ones) is</l>
                            <l>Not ours or not allowed. What worst, as oft,</l>
                            <l>Hitting a grosser quality, is cried up</l>
                            <l>For our best act. If we shall stand still</l>
                            <l>In fear our motion will be mocked or carped at;</l>
                            <l>We should take root here where we sit,</l>
                            <l>Or sit state-statues only.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>Things done well</l>
                            <l>And with a care exempt themselves from fear.</l>
                            <l>Things done without example in their issue</l>
                            <l>Are to be feared. Have you a precedent</l>
                            <l>Of this commission? I believe not any.</l>
                            <l>We must not rend our subjects from our laws</l>
                            <l>And stick them in our will. Sixth part of each?</l>
                            <l>A trembling contribution; why, we take</l>
                            <l>From every tree lop, bark, and part o’th’timber,</l>
                            <l>And though we leave it with a root thus hacked</l>
                            <l>The air will drink the sap. To every county</l>
                            <l>Where this is questioned send our letters with</l>
                            <l>Free pardon to each man that has denied</l>
                            <l>The force of this commission. Pray, look to’t;</l>
                            <l>I put it to your care.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l><stage type="delivery" n="to Secretary"><supplied>To Secretary</supplied></stage> A word with you.</l>
                            <l>Let there be letters writ to every shire</l>
                            <l>Of the king’s grace and pardon. The grieved commons</l>
                            <l>Hardly conceive of me. Let it be noised</l>
                            <l>That through our intercession this revokement</l>
                            <l>And pardon comes. I shall anon advise you</l>
                            <l>Further in the proceeding.
                                <stage type="exit">Exit Secretary</stage>
                            </l></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="entrance">Enter Surveyor</stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_katherine"><speaker>Katharine</speaker>
                        <l>I am sorry that the Duke of Buckingham</l>
                            <l>Is run in your displeasure.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>It grieves many.</l>
                            <l>The gentleman is learned and a most rare speaker,</l>
                            <l>To nature none more bound. His training such</l>
                            <l>That he may furnish and instruct great teachers</l>
                            <l>And never seek for aid out of himself. Yet see</l>
                            <l>When these so noble benefits shall prove</l>
                            <l>Not well disposed; the mind growing once corrupt,</l>
                            <l>They turn to vicious forms ten times more ugly</l>
                            <l>Than ever they were fair. This man so complete</l>
                            <l>Who was enrolled amongst wonders; and when we,</l>
                            <l>Almost with ravished listening, could not find</l>
                            <l>His hour of speech a minute. He, my lady,</l>
                            <l>Hath into monstrous habits put the graces</l>
                            <l>That once were his, and is become as black</l>
                            <l>As if besmeared in hell. Sit by us: you shall hear</l>
                            <l>(This was his gentleman in trust) of him</l>
                            <l>Things to strike honor sad. Bid him recount</l>
                            <l>The fore-recited practices, whereof</l>
                            <l>We cannot feel too little, hear too much.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>Stand forth and with bold spirit relate what you,</l>
                            <l>Most like a careful subject, have collected</l>
                            <l>Out of the Duke of Buckingham.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>Speak freely.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_surveyor"><speaker>Surveyor</speaker>
                        <l>First, it was usual with him, every day</l>
                            <l>It would infect his speech, that if the king</l>
                            <l>Should without issue die he’ll carry it so</l>
                            <l>To make the sceptre his. These very words</l>
                            <l>I’ve heard him utter to his son-in-law,</l>
                            <l>Lord Abergavenny, to whom by oath he menaced</l>
                            <l>Revenge upon the cardinal.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>Please, your highness, note</l>
                            <l>This dangerous conception in this point</l>
                            <l>Not friended by his wish to your high person.</l>
                            <l>His will is most malignant and it stretches</l>
                            <l>Beyond you to your friends.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_katherine"><speaker>Katharine</speaker>
                        <l>My learned lord cardinal,</l>
                            <l>Deliver all with charity.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>Speak on.</l>
                            <l>How grounded he his title to the crown</l>
                            <l>Upon our fail? To this point hast thou heard him</l>
                            <l>At any time speak aught?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_surveyor"><speaker>Surveyor</speaker>
                        <l>He was brought to this</l>
                            <l>By a vain prophecy of Nicholas Hopkins.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>What was that Hopkins?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_surveyor"><speaker>Surveyor</speaker>
                        <l>Sir, a Chartreux friar,</l>
                            <l>His confessor, who fed him every minute</l>
                            <l>With words of sovereignty.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>How know’st thou this?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_surveyor"><speaker>Surveyor</speaker>
                        <l>Not long before your highness sped to France,</l>
                            <l>The duke being at the Rose, within the parish</l>
                            <l>Saint Lawrence Poultney, did of me demand</l>
                            <l>What was the speech among the Londoners</l>
                            <l>Concerning the French journey. I replied</l>
                            <l>Men fear the French would prove perfidious</l>
                            <l>To the king’s danger. Presently, the duke</l>
                            <l>Said ’twas the fear indeed, and that he doubted</l>
                            <l>’Twould prove the verity of certain words</l>
                            <l>Spoke by a holy monk that oft, says he,</l>
                            <l>"Hath sent to me, wishing me to permit</l>
                            <l>John de la Car, my chaplain, a choice hour</l>
                            <l>To hear from him a matter of some moment".</l>
                            <l>Whom after, under the confession’s seal,</l>
                            <l>He solemnly had sworn that what he spoke</l>
                            <l>My chaplain to no creature living but</l>
                            <l>To me should utter with demure confidence</l>
                            <l>This pausingly ensued: "Neither the King, nor his heirs",</l>
                            <l>(Tell you the duke) "shall prosper, bid him strive</l>
                            <l>To the love of the commonalty, the duke</l>
                            <l>Shall govern England".</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_katherine"><speaker>Katharine</speaker>
                         <l>If I know you well,</l>
                            <l>You were the duke’s surveyor and lost your office</l>
                            <l>On the complaint of the tenants. Take good heed</l>
                            <l>You charge not in your spleen a noble person</l>
                            <l>And spoil your nobler soul. I say take heed;</l>
                            <l>Yes, heartily beseech you.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>Let him on. Go forward.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_surveyor"><speaker>Surveyor</speaker>
                        <l>On my soul I’ll speak but truth.</l>
                            <l>I told my lord the duke, by the devil’s illusions</l>
                            <l>The monk might be deceived and that ’twas dangerous</l>
                            <l>For this to ruminate on this so far, until</l>
                            <l>It forged him some design, which being believed</l>
                            <l>It was much like to do. He answered, "Tush,</l>
                            <l>It can do me no damage," adding further,</l>
                            <l>That had the king in his last sickness failed,</l>
                            <l>The cardinal’s and Sir Thomas Lovell’s heads</l>
                            <l>Should have gone off.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>Ha? What, so rank? Ah, ha!</l>
                            <l>There’s mischief in this man. Canst thou say further?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_surveyor"><speaker>Surveyor</speaker>
                        <l>I can, my liege.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>Proceed.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_surveyor"><speaker>Surveyor</speaker>
                        <l>Being at Greenwich,</l>
                            <l>After your highness had reproved the duke</l>
                            <l>About Sir William Blumer—</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>I remember of such a time; being my sworn servant,</l>
                            <l>The duke retained him his. But on, what hence?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_surveyor"><speaker>Surveyor</speaker>
                        <l>"If", quoth he, "I for this had been committed,</l>
                            <l>As to the Tower, I thought I would have played</l>
                            <l>The part my father meant to act upon</l>
                            <l>The usurper Richard; who being at Salisbury,</l>
                            <l>Made suit to come in his presence; which, if granted</l>
                            <l>(As he made semblance of his duty), would</l>
                            <l>Have put his knife into him."</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>A giant traitor.</l></sp> 
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>Now madame, may his highness live in freedom,</l>
                            <l>And this man out of prison.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_katherine"><speaker>Katharine</speaker>
                        <l>God mend all.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>There’s something more would out of thee; what sayest?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_surveyor"><speaker>Surveyor</speaker>
                        <l>After the duke his father with the knife</l>
                            <l>He stretched him, and with one hand on his dagger</l>
                            <l>Another spread on’s breast, mounting his eyes</l>
                            <l>He did discharge a horrible oath whose tenor</l>
                            <l>Was, were he evil used, he would outgo</l>
                            <l>His father by as much as a performance</l>
                            <l>Does an irresolute purpose.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>There’s his period:</l>
                            <l>To sheath his knife in us. He is attached.</l>
                            <l>Call him to present trial. If he may</l>
                            <l>Find mercy in the law ’tis his; if none,</l>
                            <l>Let him not seek it of us. By day and night</l>
                            <l>He’s traitor to the height.</l></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
                    
                </div>
                
                <div type="scene" n="3" xml:id="emdH8_M_a1_s3">
                    <head>1.3</head>
                    
                    <stage type="entrance">Enter Lord Chamberlain and Lord Sandys.</stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_chamberlain" xml:id="emdH8_M_a1_s3_sp1"><speaker>Chamberlain</speaker>
                        <l>Is’t possible the spells of France should juggle</l>
                            <l>Men into such strange mysteries?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_sandys"><speaker>Sandys</speaker>
                        <l>New customs,</l>
                            <l>Though they be never so ridiculous</l>
                            <l>(Nay let ’em be unmanly), yet are followed.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_chamberlain"><speaker>Chamberlain</speaker>
                        <l>As far as I see, all the good our English</l>
                            <l>Have got by the late voyage is but merely</l>
                            <l>A fit or two o’th’face, (but they are shrewd ones)</l>
                            <l>For when they hold ’em you would swear directly</l>
                            <l>Their very noses had been counselors</l>
                            <l>To Pepin or Clotharius, they keep state so.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_sandys"><speaker>Sandys</speaker>
                        <l>They have all new legs</l>
                            <l>And lame ones; one would take it</l>
                            <l>That never see ’em pace before, the spavin</l>
                            <l>Or stringhalt reigned among ’em.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_chamberlain"><speaker>Chamberlain</speaker>
                        <l>’Death my Lord,</l>
                            <l>Their clothes are after such a pagan cut to’t</l>
                            <l>That sure th’have worn out Christendom. 
                                <stage type="delivery"><supplied>to Lovell</supplied></stage>How now?</l>
                            <l>What news, Sir Thomas Lovell?</l></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="entrance">Enter Sir Thomas Lovell</stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_lovell"><speaker>Lovell</speaker>
                        <l>Faith my Lord,</l>
                            <l>I hear of none but the new proclamation</l>
                            <l>That’s clapped upon the court gate.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_chamberlain"><speaker>Chamberlain</speaker>
                        <l>What is’t for?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_lovell"><speaker>Lovell</speaker>
                        <l>The reformation of our travelled gallants,</l>
                            <l>That fill the court with quarrels, talk, and tailors.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_chamberlain"><speaker>Chamberlain</speaker>
                        <l>I’m glad ’tis there;</l>
                            <l>Now I would pray our monsieurs</l>
                            <l>To think an English courtier may be wise</l>
                            <l>And never see the Louvre.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_lovell"><speaker>Lovell</speaker>
                         <l>They must either</l>
                            <l>(For so run the conditions), leave those remnants</l>
                            <l>Of fool and feather that they got in France,</l>
                            <l>With all their honorable points of ignorance</l>
                            <l>Pertaining thereunto, as fights and fireworks,</l>
                            <l>Abusing better men then they can be</l>
                            <l>Out of a foreign wisdom, renouncing clean</l>
                            <l>The faith they have in tennis and tall stockings,</l>
                            <l>Short blistered breeches, and those types of travel,</l>
                            <l>And understand again like honest men,</l>
                            <l>Or pack to their old playfellows. There, I take it,</l>
                            <l>They may <foreign xml:lang="la">cum privilego</foreign>, <foreign xml:lang="fr">oui</foreign> away</l>
                            <l>The lag end of their lewdness and be laughed at.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_sandys"><speaker>Sandys</speaker>
                        <l>’Tis time to give ’em physic, their diseases</l>
                            <l>Are grown so catching.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_chamberlain"><speaker>Chamberlain</speaker>
                        <l>What a loss our ladies</l>
                            <l>Will have of these trim vanities!</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_lovell"><speaker>Lovell</speaker>
                        <l>Ay, marry,</l>
                            <l>There will be woe indeed lords, the sly whoresons</l>
                            <l>Have got a speeding trick to lay down ladies.</l>
                            <l>A French song and a fiddle has no fellow.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_sandys"><speaker>Sandys</speaker>
                        <l>The devil fiddle ’em!</l>
                            <l>I am glad they are going</l>
                            <l>For sure there’s no converting of ’em. Now</l>
                            <l>An honest country lord as I am, beaten</l>
                            <l>A long time out of play, may bring his plain song</l>
                            <l>And have an hour of hearing, and by’r Lady</l>
                            <l>Held current music, too.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_chamberlain"><speaker>Chamberlain</speaker>
                        <l>Well said, Lord Sandys.</l>
                            <l>Your colt’s tooth is not cast yet?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_sandys"><speaker>Sandys</speaker>
                        <l>No my Lord,</l>
                            <l>Nor shall not while I have a stump.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_chamberlain"><speaker>Chamberlain</speaker>
                        <l>Sir Thomas,</l>
                            <l>Whither were you a’going?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_lovell"><speaker>Lovell</speaker>
                        <l>To the cardinal’s.</l>
                            <l>Your lordship is a guest, too.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_chamberlain"><speaker>Chamberlain</speaker>
                        <l>O, ’tis true!</l>
                            <l>This night he makes a supper, and a great one,</l>
                            <l>To many lords and ladies. There will be</l>
                            <l>The beauty of this kingdom, I’ll assure you.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_lovell"><speaker>Lovell</speaker>
                        <l>That churchman</l>
                            <l>Bears a bounteous mind indeed,</l>
                            <l>A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us:</l>
                            <l>His dews fall everywhere.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_chamberlain"><speaker>Chamberlain</speaker>
                        <l>No doubt he’s noble;</l>
                            <l>He had a black mouth that said other of him.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_sandys"><speaker>Sandys</speaker>
                        <l>He may, my Lord;</l>
                            <l>’has wherewithal. In him</l>
                            <l>Sparing would show a worse sin than ill doctrine.</l>
                            <l>Men of his way should be most liberal:</l>
                            <l>They are set here for examples.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_chamberlain"><speaker>Chamberlain</speaker>
                        <l>True, they are so,</l>
                            <l>But few now give so great ones.</l>
                            <l>My barge stays.</l>
                            <l>Your lordship shall along. Come, good Sir Thomas,</l>
                            <l>We shall be late else, which I would not be,</l>
                            <l>For I was spoke to, with Sir Henry Guilford,</l>
                            <l>This night to be comptrollers.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_sandys"><speaker>Sandys</speaker>
                        <l>I am your lordship’s.</l></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="exit">Exeunt</stage>
                    
                </div>
                
                <div type="scene" n="4" xml:id="emdH8_M_a1_s4">
                    
                    <head>1.4</head>
                    
                    <stage type="entrance business sound"><placeName n="mol:WHIT5"><supplied>York Place</supplied></placeName> 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 an other door enter 
                        Sir Henry Guildford.</stage>
                     
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_guildford" xml:id="emdH8_M_a1_s4_sp1"><speaker>Guildford</speaker>
                        <l>Ladies,</l>
                            <l>A general welcome from his grace</l>
                            <l>Salutes ye all. This night he dedicates</l>
                            <l>To fair content and you. None here he hopes,</l>
                            <l>In all this noble bevy, has brought with her</l>
                            <l>One care abroad; he would have all as merry</l>
                            <l>As first good company, good wine, good welcome</l>
                            <l>Can make good people.</l>
                            
                            <stage type="entrance">Enter Lord Chamberlain, Lord Sandys, and Lovell.</stage>
                            
                            <l>O my lord, y’are tardy.</l>
                            <l>The very thought of this fair company</l>
                            <l>Clapped wings to me.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_chamberlain"><speaker>Chamberlain</speaker>
                        <l>You are young, Sir Harry Guilford.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_sandys"><speaker>Sandys</speaker>
                        <l>Sir Thomas Lovell, had the cardinal</l>
                            <l>But half my lay thoughts in him, some of these</l>
                            <l>Should find a running banquet ere they rested</l>
                            <l>I think would better please ’em. By my life,</l>
                            <l>They are a sweet society of fair ones!</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_lovell"><speaker>Lovell</speaker>
                        <l>O, that your lordship were but now confessor</l>
                            <l>To one or two of these.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_sandys"><speaker>Sandys</speaker>
                        <l>I would I were:</l>
                            <l>They should find easy penance.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_lovell"><speaker>Lovell</speaker>
                        <l>Faith, how easy?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_sandys"><speaker>Sandys</speaker>
                        <l>As easy as a down bed would afford it.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_chamberlain"><speaker>Chamberlain</speaker>
                        <l>Sweet ladies, will it please you sit? Sir Harry,</l>
                            <l>Place you that side; I’ll take the charge of this.</l>
                            <l>His grace is ent’ring. Nay, you must not freeze;</l>
                            <l>Two women placed together makes cold weather.</l>
                            <l>My Lord Sandys, you are one will keep ’em waking;</l>
                            <l>Pray, sit between these ladies.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_sandys"><speaker>Sandys</speaker>
                        <l>By my faith,</l>
                            <l>And thank your lordship! By your leave, sweet ladies,</l>
                            <l>If I chance to talk a little wild, forgive me:</l>
                            <l>I had it from my father.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_anne"><speaker>Anne</speaker>
                        <l>Was he mad, sir?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_sandys"><speaker>Sandys</speaker>
                        <l>O, very mad, exceeding mad in love, too.</l>
                            <l>But he would bite none, just as I do now,</l>
                            <l>He would kiss you twenty with a breath.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_chamberlain"><speaker>Chamberlain</speaker>
                        <l>Well said, my lord.</l>
                            <l>So now y’are fairly seated, gentlemen,</l>
                            <l>The penance lies on you if these fair ladies</l>
                            <l>Pass away frowning.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_sandys"><speaker>Sandys</speaker>
                        <l>For my little cure</l>
                            <l>Let me alone.</l></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="other" n="entrance, sound">Hautboys. Enter Cardinal Wolsey, and takes his state.</stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>Welcome, my fair guests! That noble lady</l>
                            <l>Or gentleman that is not freely merry</l>
                            <l>Is not my friend. This, to confirm my welcome</l>
                            <l>And to you all good health.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_sandys"><speaker>Sandys</speaker>
                        <l>Your grace is noble.</l>
                            <l>Let me have such a bowl may hold my thanks</l>
                            <l>And save me so much talking.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>My Lord Sandys,</l>
                            <l>I am beholden to you. Cheer your neighbours!</l>
                            <l>Ladies you are not merry! Gentlemen,</l>
                            <l>Whose fault is this?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_sandys"><speaker>Sandys</speaker>
                        <l>The red wine first must rise</l>
                            <l>In their fair cheeks, my lord. Then we shall have ’em</l>
                            <l>Talk us to silence.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_anne"><speaker>Anne</speaker>
                        <l>You are a merry gamester,</l>
                            <l>My lord Sandys.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_sandys"><speaker>Sandys</speaker>
                        <l>Yes, if I make my play.</l>
                            <l>Here’s to your ladyship - and pledge it, madam,</l>
                            <l>For ’tis to such a thing.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_anne"><speaker>Anne</speaker>
                        <l>You cannot show me.</l></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="sound" n="instruments, cannon?">Drum and trumpet; chambers discharged</stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_sandys"><speaker>Sandys</speaker>
                        <l>I told your grace they would talk anon.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>What’s that?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_chamberlain"><speaker>Chamberlain</speaker>
                        <l>Look out there, some of ye!</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>What warlike voice,</l>
                            <l>And to what end is this? Nay, ladies, fear not;</l>
                            <l>By all the laws of war y’are privileged.</l></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="entrance">Enter a servant.</stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_chamberlain"><speaker>Chamberlain</speaker>
                        <l>How now, what is’t?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_servant"><speaker>Servant</speaker>
                        <l>A noble troupe of strangers,</l>
                            <l>For so they seem. Th’have left their barge and landed,</l>
                            <l>And hither make as great ambassadors</l>
                            <l>From foreign princes.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>Good lord chamberlain,</l>
                            <l>Go, give ’em welcome. You can speak the French tongue;</l>
                            <l>And pray receive ’em nobly, and conduct ’em</l>
                            <l>Into our presence, where this heaven of beauty</l>
                            <l>Shall shine at full upon them. Some attend him.</l>
                            
                            <stage type="business">All rise and tables removed.</stage>
                            
                            <l>You have now a broken banquet, but we’ll mend it.</l>
                            <l>A good digestion to you all! And once more</l>
                            <l>I shower a welcome on ye! Welcome, all.</l>                    
                            <stage type="other" n="entrance, sound, business">Hautboys. Enter king and others as masquers, habited like 
                                shepherds, ushered by the lord chamberlain. They 
                                pass directly before the cardinal and gracefully 
                                salute him.</stage>
                            
                            <l>A noble company! What are their pleasures?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_chamberlain"><speaker>Chamberlain</speaker>
                        <l>Because they speak no English, thus they prayed</l>
                            <l>To tell your grace that, having heard by fame</l>
                            <l>Of this so noble and so fair assembly,</l>
                            <l>This night to meet here they could do no less,</l>
                            <l>(Out of the great respect they bear to beauty),</l>
                            <l>But leave their flocks, and under your fair conduct</l>
                            <l>Crave leave to view these ladies, and entreat</l>
                            <l>An hour of revels with ’em.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>Say, lord chamberlain,</l>
                            <l>They have done my poor house grace,</l>
                            <l>For which I pay ’em a thousand thanks,</l>
                            <l>And pray ’em take their pleasures.</l></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="business">Choose ladies, king and Ann Bullen.</stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>The fairest hand I ever touched. O, Beauty,</l>
                            <l>Till now I never knew thee.</l></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="other">Music, dance.</stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>My lord.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_chamberlain"><speaker>Chamberlain</speaker>
                        <l>Your grace.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>Pray tell ’em thus much from me:</l>
                            <l>There should be one amongst ’em by his person</l>
                            <l>More worthy this place than myself, to whom</l>
                            <l>(If I but knew him), with my love and duty</l>
                            <l>I would surrender it.</l></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="delivery">Whisper.</stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_chamberlain"><speaker>Chamberlain</speaker>
                        <l>I will, my lord.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>What say they?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_chamberlain"><speaker>Chamberlain</speaker>
                        <l>Such a one, they all confess,</l>
                            <l>There is indeed; which they would have your grace</l>
                            <l>Find out, and he will take it.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>Let me see then,</l>
                            <l>By all your good leaves, gentlemen, here I’ll make</l>
                            <l>My royal choice.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>Ye haue found him, cardinal!</l>
                            <l>You hold a fair assembly. You do well, lord.</l>
                            <l>You are a churchman, or I’ll tell you, cardinal,</l>
                            <l>I should judge now unhappily.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>I am glad</l>
                            <l>Your grace is grown so pleasant.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>My lord chamberlain,</l>
                            <l>Prithee come hither. What fair lady’s that?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_chamberlain"><speaker>Chamberlain</speaker>
                        <l>An’t please your grace,</l>
                            <l>Sir Thomas Bullen’s daughter, the Viscount Rochford,</l>
                            <l>One of her highness’ women.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>By heaven she is a dainty one. <stage type="delivery" n="to Anne">Sweetheart,</stage></l>
                            <l>I were unmannerly to take you out</l>
                            <l>And not to kiss you. A health, gentlemen!</l>
                            <l>Let it go ’round.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>Sir Thomas Lovell, is the banquet ready</l>
                            <l>I’th’privy chamber?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_lovell"><speaker>Lovell</speaker>
                        <l>Yes, my lord.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>Your grace,</l>
                            <l>I fear, with dancing is a little heated.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>I fear too much.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>There’s fresher air, my lord,</l>
                            <l>In the next chamber.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>Lead in your ladies, ev’ry one. Sweet partner,</l>
                            <l>I must not yet forsake you. Let’s be merry!</l>
                            <l>Good my lord cardinal, I have half a dozen healths</l>
                            <l>To drink to these fair ladies, and a measure</l>
                            <l>To lead ’em once again; and then let’s dream</l>
                            <l>Who’s best in favor. Let the music knock it!</l></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="exit">Exeunt with trumpets.</stage>
                    
                </div>
            </div>
            
            
            
            <div type="act" n="2" xml:id="emdH8_M_a2">
                
                <div type="scene" n="1" xml:id="emdH8_M_a2_s1">
                    <head>2.1</head>
                    
                    <stage type="entrance">Enter two Gentlemen at several doors.</stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman1" xml:id="emdH8_M_a2_s1_sp1"><speaker>1 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>Whither away so fast?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman2"><speaker>2 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>O, God save ye;</l>
                            <l>Ev’n to the hall to hear what shall become</l>
                            <l>Of the great Duke of Buckingham.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman1"><speaker>1 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>I’ll save you</l>
                            <l>That labor, sir. All’s now done but the ceremony</l>
                            <l>Of bringing back the prisoner.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman2"><speaker>2 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>Were you there?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman1"><speaker>1 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>Yes, indeed was I.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman2"><speaker>2 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>Pray, speak what has happened.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman1"><speaker>1 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>You may guess quickly what.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman2"><speaker>2 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>Is he found guilty?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman1"><speaker>1 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>Yes, truly is he,</l>
                            <l>And condemned upon’t.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman2"><speaker>2 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>I am sorry for’t.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman1"><speaker>1 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>So are a number more.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman2"><speaker>2 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>But pray, how passed it?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman1"><speaker>1 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>I’ll tell you in a little. The great duke</l>
                            <l>Came to the bar where, to his accusations,</l>
                            <l>He pleaded still not guilty, and alleged</l>
                            <l>Many sharp reasons to defeat the law.</l>
                            <l>The king’s attorney, on the contrary,</l>
                            <l>Urged on the examinations, proofs, confessions</l>
                            <l>Of divers witnesses, which the duke desired</l>
                            <l>To him brought <foreign xml:lang="la">viva voce</foreign> to his face;</l>
                            <l>At which appeared against him his surveyor,</l>
                            <l>Sir Gilbert Peck his chancellor, and John Carr,</l>
                            <l>Confessor to him, with that devil monk,</l>
                            <l>Hopkins, that made this mischief.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman2"><speaker>2 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>That was he</l>
                            <l>That fed him with his prophecies?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman1"><speaker>1 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>The same.</l>
                            <l>All these accused him strongly, which he fain</l>
                            <l>Would have flung from him, but indeed he could not.</l>
                            <l>And so his peers, upon this evidence,</l>
                            <l>Have found him guilty of high treason. Much</l>
                            <l>He spoke, and learnedly, for life, but all</l>
                            <l>Was either pitied in him, or forgotten.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman2"><speaker>2 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>After all this how did he bear himself?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman1"><speaker>1 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>When he was brought again to th’bar, to hear</l>
                            <l>His knell rung out, his judgement, he was stirred</l>
                            <l>With such an agony, he sweat extremely,</l>
                            <l>And something spoke in choler, ill, and hasty;</l>
                            <l>But he fell to himself again, and sweetly</l>
                            <l>In all the rest showed a most noble patience.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman2"><speaker>2 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>I do not think he fears death.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman1"><speaker>1 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>Sure he does not;</l>
                            <l>He never was so womanish. The cause</l>
                            <l>He may a little grieve at.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman2"><speaker>2 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>Certainly</l>
                            <l>The cardinal is the end of this.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman1"><speaker>1 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>’Tis likely</l>
                            <l>By all conjectures: first Kildare’s attainder,</l>
                            <l>Then Deputy of Ireland, who removed,</l>
                            <l>Earl Surrey was sent thither, and in haste too,</l>
                            <l>Lest he should help his father.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman2"><speaker>2 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>That trick of state</l>
                            <l>Was a deep, envious one.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman1"><speaker>1 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>At his return</l>
                            <l>No doubt he will requite it. This is noted</l>
                            <l>(And generally), whoever the king favors</l>
                            <l>The cardinal instantly will find employment,</l>
                            <l>And far enough from court, too.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman2"><speaker>2 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>All the commons</l>
                            <l>Hate him perniciously and, o’ my conscience,</l>
                            <l>Wish him ten fathom deep. This duke as much</l>
                            <l>They love and dote on, call him ’bounteous Buckingham,</l>
                            <l>The mirror of all courtesy.’</l></sp>
                    
                                        
                    <stage type="entrance">Enter Buckingham from his arraignment, <name type="property">Tipstaffs</name> before 
                        him, the <name type="property">Axe</name> with the edge towards him, <name type="property">Halberds</name> on each 
                        side, accompanied with Sir Thomas Lovell, Sir Nicholas 
                        Vaux, Sir Walter Sandys, and common people, &amp;c.</stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman1"><speaker>1 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>Stay there, sir,</l>
                            <l>And see the noble ruined man you speak of.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman2"><speaker>2 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>Let’s stand close and behold him.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_buckingham"><speaker>Buckingham</speaker>
                        <l>All good people:</l>
                            <l>You that thus far have come to pity me,</l>
                            <l>Hear what I say, and then go home and lose me.</l>
                            <l>I have this day received a traitor’s judgement,</l>
                            <l>And by that name must die; yet heaven bear witness,</l>
                            <l>And if I have a conscience, let it sink me,</l>
                            <l>Even as the axe falls, if I be not faithful.</l>
                            <l>The law I bear no malice for my death.</l>
                            <l>’T has done upon the premises but justice.</l>
                            <l>But those that sought it I could wish more Christians</l>
                            <l>(Be what they will), I heartily forgive ’em.</l>
                            <l>Yet let ’em look they glory not in mischief,</l>
                            <l>Nor build their evils on the graves of great men;</l>
                            <l>For then my guiltless blood must cry against ’em.</l>
                            <l>For further life in this world I ne’er hope,</l>
                            <l>Nor will I sue, although the king have mercies</l>
                            <l>More than I dare make faults.</l>
                            <l>You few that loved me,</l>
                            <l>And dare be bold to weep for Buckingham,</l>
                            <l>His noble friends and fellows, whom to leave</l>
                            <l>Is only bitter to him, only dying:</l>
                            <l>Go with me like good angels to my end,</l>
                            <l>And as the long divorce of steel falls on me,</l>
                            <l>Make of your prayers one sweet sacrifice</l>
                            <l>And lift my soul to heaven.</l>
                            <l>Lead on, ’a God’s name.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_lovell"><speaker>Lovell</speaker>
                        <l>I do beseech your grace, for charity,</l>
                            <l>If ever any malice in your heart</l>
                            <l>Were hid against me, now to forgive me frankly.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_buckingham"><speaker>Buckingham</speaker>
                        <l>Sir Thomas Lovell, I as free forgive you</l>
                            <l>As I would be forgiven; I forgive all.</l>
                            <l>There cannot be those numberless offences</l>
                            <l>’Gainst me that I cannot take peace with.</l>
                            <l>No black envy shall make my grave.</l>
                            <l>Commend me to his grace,</l>
                            <l>And if he speak of Buckingham, pray tell him</l>
                            <l>You met him half in heaven. My vows and prayers</l>
                            <l>Yet are the king’s, and till my soul forsake</l>
                            <l>Shall cry for blessings on him. May he live</l>
                            <l>Longer than I have time to tell his years,</l>
                            <l>Ever beloved and loving may his rule be;</l>
                            <l>And when old time shall lead him to his end,</l>
                            <l>Goodness and he fill up one monument.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_lovell"><speaker>Lovell</speaker>
                        <l>To th’ waterside I must conduct your grace,</l>
                            <l>Then give my charge up to Sir Nicholas Vaux,</l>
                            <l>Who undertakes you to your end.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_vaux"><speaker>Vaux</speaker>
                        <l>Prepare there,</l>
                            <l>The duke is coming! See the barge be ready,</l>
                            <l>And fit it with such furniture as suits</l>
                            <l>The greatness of his person.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_buckingham"><speaker>Buckingham</speaker>
                        <l>Nay, Sir Nicholas,</l>
                            <l>Let it alone; my state now will but mock me.</l>
                            <l>When I came hither I was Lord High Constable</l>
                            <l>And Duke of Buckingham: now, poor Edward Bohun.</l>
                            <l>Yet I am richer than my base accusers,</l>
                            <l>That never knew what truth meant. I now seal it,</l>
                            <l>And with that blood will make ’em one day groan for’t.</l>
                            <l>My noble father, Henry of Buckingham,</l>
                            <l>Who first raised head against usurping Richard;</l>
                            <l>Flying for succor to his servant Banister,</l>
                            <l>Being distressed, was by that wretch betrayed,</l>
                            <l>And without trial fell. God’s peace be with him.</l>
                            <l>Henry the Seventh succeeding, truly pitying</l>
                            <l>My father’s loss, like a most royal prince</l>
                            <l>Restored me to my honors; and out of ruins</l>
                            <l>Made my name once more noble. Now his son,</l>
                            <l>Henry the Eighth, life, honor, name, and all</l>
                            <l>That made me happy, at one stroke has taken</l>
                            <l>Forever from the world. I had my trial,</l>
                            <l>And must needs say a noble one, which makes me</l>
                            <l>A little happier than my wretched father.</l>
                            <l>Yet thus far we are one in fortunes: both</l>
                            <l>Fell by our servants, by those men we loved most;</l>
                            <l>A most unnatural and faithless service.</l>
                            <l>Heaven has an end in all. Yet you that hear me,</l>
                            <l>This from a dying man receive as certain:</l>
                            <l>Where you are liberal of your loves and counsels,</l>
                            <l>Be sure you be not loose, for those you make friends</l>
                            <l>And give your hearts to, when they once perceive</l>
                            <l>The least rub in your fortunes, fall away</l>
                            <l>Like water from ye, never found again</l>
                            <l>But where they mean to sink ye. All good people</l>
                            <l>Pray for me. I must now forsake ye. The last hour</l>
                            <l>Of my long weary life is come upon me.</l>
                            <l>Farewell, and when you would say something that is sad,</l>
                            <l>Speak how I fell.</l>
                            <l>I have done, and God forgive me.</l></sp>
                    
                     <stage type="exit">Exeunt Duke and train.</stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman1"><speaker>1 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>Oh, this is full of pity! Sir, it calls,</l>
                            <l>I fear, too many curses on their heads</l>
                            <l>That were the authors.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman2"><speaker>2 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>If the duke be guiltless</l>
                            <l>’Tis full of woe; yet I can give you inkling</l>
                            <l>Of an ensuing evil if it fall</l>
                            <l>Greater than this.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman1"><speaker>1 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>Good angels keep it from us;</l>
                            <l>What may it be? You do not doubt my faith, sir?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman2"><speaker>2 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>This secret is so weighty ’twill require</l>
                            <l>A strong faith to conceal it.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman1"><speaker>1 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>Let me have it;</l>
                            <l>I do not talk much.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman2"><speaker>2 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>I am confident</l>
                            <l>You shall, sir. Did you not of late days hear</l>
                            <l>A buzzing of a separation</l>
                            <l>Between the king and Katherine?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman1"><speaker>1 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>Yes, but it held not,</l>
                            <l>For when the king once heard it, out of anger</l>
                            <l>He sent command to the Lord Mayor straight</l>
                            <l>To stop the rumor and allay those tongues</l>
                            <l>That durst disperse it.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman2"><speaker>2 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>But that slander, sir,</l>
                            <l>Is found a truth now for it grows again</l>
                            <l>Fresher thqn e’er it was, and held for certain</l>
                            <l>The King will venture at it. Either the cardinal,</l>
                            <l>Or some about him near have, out of malice</l>
                            <l>To the good queen, possessed him with a scruple</l>
                            <l>That will undo her. To confirm this, too,</l>
                            <l>Cardinal Campeius is arrived and lately,</l>
                            <l>As all think for this business.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman1"><speaker>1 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>’Tis the cardinal;</l>
                            <l>And merely to revenge him on the emperor</l>
                            <l>For not bestowing on him at his asking</l>
                            <l>The Archbishopric of Toledo this is purposed.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman2"><speaker>2 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>I think</l>
                            <l>You have hit the mark. But is’t not cruel</l>
                            <l>That she should feel the smart of this? The cardinal</l>
                            <l>Will have his will and she must fall.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman1"><speaker>1 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>’Tis woeful.</l>
                            <l>We are too open here to argue this;</l>
                            <l>Let’s think in private more.</l></sp> 
                    
                    <stage type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>                  
                    
                </div>
                
                <div type="scene" n="2" xml:id="emdH8_M_a2_s2">
                    
                    <head>2.2</head>
                    
                    <stage type="entrance">Enter Lord Chamberlain, reading this letter.</stage>
                    
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_chamberlain" xml:id="emdH8_M_a2_s2_sp1"><speaker>Chamberlain</speaker>
                        <p><quote>’My lord, The horses your lordship sent for, with all the 
                            care I had, I saw well chosen, ridden, and furnished. 
                            They were young and handsome, and of the best breed in the 
                            north. When they were ready to set out for London, a man  
                            of my lord cardinal’s, by commission and main power, took  
                            ’em from me, with this reason: his master would be served  
                            before a subject, if not before the king, which stopped our mouths,  
                            sir.’</quote>
                            I fear he will indeed; well, let him have them; he 
                            will have all, I think.</p></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="entrance">Enter to the Lord Chamberlain the Dukes of 
                        Norfolk and Suffolk. </stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_norfolk"><speaker>Norfolk</speaker>
                        <p>Well met, my lord Chamberlain.</p></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_chamberlain"><speaker>Chamberlain</speaker>
                        <p>Good day to both your graces.</p></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_suffolk"><speaker>Suffolk</speaker>
                        <l>How is the king employed?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_chamberlain"><speaker>Chamberlain</speaker>
                        <l>I left him private,</l> 
                            <l>Full of sad thoughts and troubles.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_norfolk"><speaker>Norfolk</speaker>
                        <p>What’s the cause?</p></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_chamberlain"><speaker>Chamberlain</speaker>
                        <p>It seems the marriage with his brother’s wife 
                            Has crept too near his conscience.</p></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_suffolk"><speaker>Suffolk</speaker>
                        <l>No, his Conscience</l> 
                            <l>Ha’s crept too neere another Ladie.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_norfolk"><speaker>Norfolk</speaker>
                        <l>Tis so;</l> 
                            <l>This is the Cardinals doing: The King-Cardinall,</l> 
                            <l>That blinde Priest, like the eldest Sonne of Fortune,</l> 
                            <l>Turnes what he list. The King will know him one day.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_suffolk"><speaker>Suffolk</speaker>
                        <l>Pray God he do.</l>  
                            <l>He’ll never know himself else.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_norfolk"><speaker>Norfolk</speaker>
                        <l>How holily he works in all his business,</l> 
                            <l>And with what zeal? For now he has cracked the league </l>
                            <l>Between us and the emperor (the queen’s great-nephew).</l> 
                            <l>He dives into the king’s soul and there scatters </l>
                            <l>Dangers, doubts, wringing of the conscience,</l> 
                            <l>Fears and despairs, and all these for his marriage.</l> 
                            <l>And out of all these, to restore the king,</l> 
                            <l>He counsels a divorce, a loss of her </l> 
                            <l>That like a jewel has hung twenty years</l> 
                            <l>About his neck, yet never lost her luster;</l> 
                            <l>Of her that loves him with that excellence</l> 
                            <l>That angels love good men with. Even of her,</l> 
                            <l>That when the greatest stroke of fortune falls</l> 
                            <l>Will bless the king. And is not this course pious?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_chamberlain"><speaker>Chamberlain</speaker>
                        <l>Heaven keep me from such counsel; ’tis most true.</l>
                            <l>These news are everywhere; every tongue speaks ’em,</l>  
                            <l>And every true heart weeps for’t. All that dare</l> 
                            <l>Look into these affairs see this main end:</l> 
                            <l>The French king’s sister. Heaven will one day open </l>
                            <l>The king’s eyes that so long have slept upon</l> 
                            <l>This bold, bad man.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_suffolk"><speaker>Suffolk</speaker>
                        <l>And free us from his slavery.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_norfolk"><speaker>Norfolk</speaker>
                        <l>We had need pray,</l> 
                            <l>And heartily, for our deliverance,</l> 
                            <l>Or this imperious man will work us all </l>
                            <l>From princes into pages. All men’s honors </l>
                            <l>Lie like one lump before him, to be fashioned </l>
                            <l>Into what pitch he please.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_suffolk"><speaker>Suffolk</speaker>
                        <l>For me, my lords,</l> 
                            <l>I love him not nor fear him: there’s my creed.</l> 
                            <l>As I am made without him, so I’ll stand,</l> 
                            <l>If the King please. His curses and his blessings</l> 
                            <l>Touch me alike; they’re breath I not believe in.</l> 
                            <l>I knew him, and I know him; so I leave him</l> 
                            <l>To him that made him proud, the pope.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_norfolk"><speaker>Norfolk</speaker>
                        <l>Let’s in,</l> 
                            <l>And with some other business put the king</l> 
                            <l>From these sad thoughts that work too much upon him.</l> 
                            <l>My lord, you’ll bear us company?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_chamberlain"><speaker>Chamberlain</speaker>
                        <l>Excuse me,</l> 
                            <l>the king has sent me otherwhere. Besides </l>
                            <l>You’ll find a most unfit time to disturb him. </l>
                            <l>Health to your lordships.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_norfolk"><speaker>Norfolk</speaker>
                        <l>Thanks, my good lord chamberlain.</l></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="other">Exit Lord Chamberlain. The King draws the <name type="property">Curtain</name> 
                        and sits <name type="property" n="book">reading</name> pensively.</stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_suffolk"><speaker>Suffolk</speaker>
                        <l>How sad he looks; sure he is much afflicted.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <p>Who’s there? Ha?</p></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_norfolk"><speaker>Norfolk</speaker>
                        <p>Pray God he be not angry.</p></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <p>Who’s there, I say? How dare you thrust yourselves 
                            Into my private meditations! 
                            Who am I? Ha?</p></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_norfolk"><speaker>Norfolk</speaker>
                        <l>A gracious King, that pardons all offences</l> 
                            <l>Malice ne’er meant. Our breach of duty this way</l> 
                            <l>Is business of estate, in which we come</l> 
                            <l>To know your royal pleasure.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>Ye are too bold.</l>
                            <l>Go to; I’ll make ye know your times of business.</l> 
                            <l>Is this an hour for temporal affairs? Ha?</l>
                            
                            <stage type="entrance">Enter Wolsey and Campeius with a <name type="property">Commission</name>.</stage>
                            
                            <l>Who’s there? my good lord cardinal? O, my Wolsey,</l> 
                            <l>The quiet of my wounded conscience; </l>
                            <l>Thou art a cure fit for a king. you’re welcome,</l> 
                            <l>Most learned reverend sir, into our kingdom; </l>
                            <l>Use us, and it. My good lord, have great care </l>
                            <l>I be not found a talker.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>Sir, you cannot;</l> 
                            <l>I would your grace would give us but an hour </l>
                            <l>Of private conference.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>We are busy; go.</l></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="delivery"><supplied>To Suffolk</supplied></stage><sp who="#emdH8_M_norfolk"><speaker>Norfolk</speaker>
                        <l>This priest has no pride in him.</l></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="delivery"><supplied>To Norfolk</supplied></stage><sp who="#emdH8_M_suffolk"><speaker>Suffolk</speaker>
                        <l>Not to speak of</l> 
                            <l>I would not be so sick, though, for his place.</l> 
                            <l>But this cannot continue.</l></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="delivery"><supplied>To Suffolk</supplied></stage><sp who="#emdH8_M_norfolk"><speaker>Norfolk</speaker>
                        <l>If it do,</l> 
                            <l>I’ll venture one have at him.</l></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="delivery"><supplied>To Norfolk</supplied></stage><sp who="#emdH8_M_suffolk"><speaker>Suffolk</speaker>
                        <l>I another.</l></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="exit">Exeunt Norfolk and Suffolk.</stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>Your grace has given a precedent of wisdom</l> 
                            <l>Above all princes, in committing freely </l>
                            <l>Your scruple to the voice of Christendom.</l> 
                            <l>Who can be angry now? What envy reach you? </l>
                            <l>The Spaniard tied by blood and favor to her</l> 
                            <l>Must now confess, if they have any goodness, </l>
                            <l>The trial, just and noble. All the clerks </l>
                            <l>(I mean the learned ones in Christian kingdoms)</l> 
                            <l>Have their free voices. Rome, the nurse of judgement </l>
                            <l>Invited by your noble self, hath sent </l>
                            <l>One general tongue unto us: this good man, </l>
                            <l>This just and learned priest Cardinal Campeius, </l>
                            <l>Whom once more I present unto your highness.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>And once more in mine arms I bid him welcome,</l> 
                            <l>And thank the holy conclave for their loves; </l>
                            <l>They have sent me such a man I would have wished for.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_campeius"><speaker>Campeius</speaker>
                        <l>Your grace must needs deserve all strangers’ loves, </l>
                            <l>You are so noble. To your highness’ hand </l>
                            <l>I tender my commission, by whose virtue</l> 
                            <l>The court of Rome commanding. You, my Lord </l>
                            <l>Cardinal of York, are joined with me, their servant </l>
                            <l>In the unpartial judging of this business.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>Two equal men; the queen shall be acquainted</l> 
                            <l>Forthwith for what you come. Where’s Gardiner?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>I know your majesty has always loved her</l>  
                            <l>So dear in heart not to deny her that </l>
                            <l>A woman of less place might ask by law, </l>
                            <l>Scholars allowed freely to argue for her.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <p>Aye, and the best she shall have; and my favor 
                            To him that does best, God forbid else. Cardinal, 
                            Prithee call Gardiner to me, my new secretary. 
                            I find him a fit fellow.</p></sp>
                    
                     <stage type="entrance">Enter Gardiner.</stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>Give me your hand. Much joy and favor to you; </l>
                            <l>You are the king’s now.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gardiner"><speaker>Gardiner</speaker>
                        <l>But to be commanded </l>
                            <l>Forever by your grace, whose hand has raised me.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <p>Come hither, Gardiner.</p></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="business">Walks and whispers.</stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_campeius"><speaker>Campeius</speaker>
                        <l>My lord of York, was not one Doctor Pace </l>
                            <l>In this man’s place before him?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>Yes, he was.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_campeius"><speaker>Campeius</speaker>
                        <l>Was he not held a learned man?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>Yes, surely.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_campeius"><speaker>Campeius</speaker>
                        <l>Believe me, there’s an ill opinion spread, then,</l> 
                            <l>Even of yourself, lord cardinal.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>How? of me?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_campeius"><speaker>Campeius</speaker>
                        <l>They will not stick to say you envied him</l> 
                            <l>And, fearing he would rise (he was so virtuous)</l> 
                            <l>Kept him a foreign man still, which so grieved him </l>
                            <l>That he ran mad and died.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>Heaven’s peace be with him;</l> 
                            <l>That’s Christian care enough. for living murmurers</l>
                            <l>There’s places of rebuke. He was a fool,</l> 
                            <l>For he would needs be virtuous. That good fellow,</l> 
                            <l>If I command him, follows my appointment; </l>
                            <l>I will have none so near else. Learn this, brother:</l> 
                            <l>We live not to be gripped by meaner persons.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>Deliver this with modesty to th’ queen.</l>
                            
                            <stage type="exit">Exit Gardiner.</stage>
                            
                            <l>The most convenient place that I can think of</l> 
                            <l>For such receipt of learning is Blackfriars.</l> 
                            <l>There ye shall meet about this weighty business.</l> 
                            <l>My Wolsey, see it furnished. O, my lord,</l> 
                            <l>Would it not grieve an able man to leave </l>
                            <l>So sweet a bedfellow? But conscience, conscience; </l>
                            <l>O, ’tis a tender place and I must leave her.</l></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>                 
                    
                </div>
                
                <div type="scene" n="3" xml:id="emdH8_M_a2_s3">
                    <head>2.3</head>
                    
                    <stage type="entrance">Enter Anne Bullen, and an old Lady.</stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_anne"><speaker>Anne</speaker>
                        <l>Not for that, neither; here’s the pang that pinches:</l>
                            <l>His highness, having lived so long with her, and she </l>
                            <l>So good a lady that no tongue could ever </l>
                            <l>Pronounce dishonor of her. By my life </l>
                            <l>She never knew harm-doing. Oh, now after </l>
                            <l>So many courses of the sun enthroned,</l> 
                            <l>Still growing in a majesty and pomp, the which</l> 
                            <l>To leave a thousandfold more bitter, than</l> 
                            <l>’Tis sweet at first t’acquire. After this process </l>
                            <l>To give her the avaunt, it is a pity </l>
                            <l>Would move a monster.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_oldlady"><speaker>Old Lady</speaker>
                        <l>Hearts of most hard temper</l> 
                            <l>Melt and lament for her.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_anne"><speaker>Anne</speaker>
                        <l>Oh God’s will, much better</l> 
                            <l>She ne’er had known pomp; though’t be temporal, </l>
                            <l>Yet if that quarrel Fortune do divorce </l>
                            <l>It from the bearer, ’tis a sufferance, panging </l>
                            <l>As soul and body’s severing.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_oldlady"><speaker>Old Lady</speaker>
                        <l>Alas poor Lady,</l> 
                            <l>She’s a stranger now again.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_anne"><speaker>Anne</speaker>
                        <l>So much the more</l> 
                            <l>Must pity drop upon her; verily </l> 
                            <l>I swear, ’tis better to be lowly born </l>
                            <l>And range with humble livers in content,</l> 
                            <l>Than to be perked up in a glist’ring grief </l>
                            <l>And wear a golden sorrow.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_oldlady"><speaker>Old Lady</speaker>
                        <l>Our content</l> 
                            <l>Is our best having.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_anne"><speaker>Anne</speaker>
                        <l>By my troth and maidenhead</l> 
                            <l>I would not be a queen.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_oldlady"><speaker>Old Lady</speaker>
                        <l>Beshrew me, I would,</l> 
                            <l>And venture maidenhead for’t, and so would you </l>
                            <l>For all this spice of your hypocrisy. </l>
                            <l>You that have so fair parts of woman on you</l> 
                            <l>Have, too, a woman’s heart which ever yet </l>
                            <l>Affected eminence, wealth, sovereignty; </l>
                            <l>Which, to say sooth, are blessings, and which gifts</l> 
                            <l>(Saving your mincing), the capacity  </l> 
                            <l>Of your soft cheverel conscience would receive </l>
                            <l>If you might please to stretch it.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_anne"><speaker>Anne</speaker>
                        <l>Nay, good troth.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_oldlady"><speaker>Old Lady</speaker>
                        <l>Yes, troth and troth. You would not be a queen?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_anne"><speaker>Anne</speaker>
                        <l>No, not for all the riches under heaven.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_oldlady"><speaker>Old Lady</speaker>
                        <l>’Tis strange: a threepence bowed would hire me,</l> 
                            <l>Old as I am, to queen it. But I pray you,</l> 
                            <l>What think you of a duchess? Have you limbs </l>
                            <l>To bear that load of title?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_anne"><speaker>Anne</speaker>
                        <l>No, in truth.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_oldlady"><speaker>Old Lady</speaker>
                        <l>Then you are weakly made. Pluck off a little;</l> 
                            <l>I would not be a young count in your way,</l> 
                            <l>For more then blushing comes to. If your back</l> 
                            <l>Cannot vouchsafe this burden ’tis too weak </l>
                            <l>Ever to get a boy.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_anne"><speaker>Anne</speaker>
                        <l>How you do talk.</l> 
                            <l>I swear again I would not be a queen </l>
                            <l>For all the world!</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_oldlady"><speaker>Old Lady</speaker>
                        <l>In faith, for little England </l>
                            <l>You’d venture an emballing: I, myself, </l>
                            <l>Would for Caernarfonshire, although there longed </l>
                            <l>No more to th’ crown but that. Lo, who comes here?</l></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="entrance">Enter Lord Chamberlain.</stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_chamberlain"><speaker>Chamberlain</speaker>
                        <l>Good morrow, ladies; what were’t worth to know</l> 
                            <l>The secret of your conference?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_anne"><speaker>Anne</speaker>
                        <l>My good lord,</l> 
                            <l>Not your demand; it values not your asking. </l>
                            <l>Our mistress’s sorrows we were pitying.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_chamberlain"><speaker>Chamberlain</speaker>
                        <l>It was a gentle business, and becoming</l> 
                            <l>The action of good women; there is hope </l>
                            <l>All will be well.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_anne"><speaker>Anne</speaker>
                        <l>Now I pray God, amen.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_chamberlain"><speaker>Chamberlain</speaker>
                        <l>You bear a gentle mind, and heavenly blessings</l> 
                            <l>Follow such creatures. That you may, fair lady,</l> 
                            <l>Perceive I speak sincerely, and high notes</l>
                            <l>Ta’en of your many virtues. The king’s majesty </l>
                            <l>Commends his good opinion of you to you, and </l>
                            <l>Does purpose honor to you no less flowing </l>
                            <l>Than Marchioness of Pembroke; to which title </l>
                            <l>A thousand pound a year annual support, </l>
                            <l>Out of his grace, he adds.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_anne"><speaker>Anne</speaker>
                        <l>I do not know</l> 
                            <l>What kind of my obedience I should tender.</l> 
                            <l>More then my all is nothing, nor my prayers </l>
                            <l>Are not words duly hallowed, nor my wishes </l>
                            <l>More worth than empty vanities. Yet prayers and wishes </l>
                            <l>Are all I can return. Beseech your lordship, </l>
                            <l>Vouchsafe to speak my thanks and my obedience </l>
                            <l>As from a blushing handmaid to his highness, </l>
                            <l>Whose health and royalty I pray for.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_chamberlain"><speaker>Chamberlain</speaker>
                        <l>Lady,</l> 
                            <l>I shall not fail t’approve the fair conceit </l>
                            <l>The king hath of you. I have perused her well, </l>
                            <l>Beauty and honor in her are so mingled </l>
                            <l>That they have caught the king, and who knows yet </l>
                            <l>But from this lady may proceed a gem </l>
                            <l>To lighten all this isle. I’ll to the King </l>
                            <l>And say I spoke with you.</l></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="exit">Exit Lord Chamberlain.</stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_anne"><speaker>Anne</speaker>
                        <l>My honored Lord.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_oldlady"><speaker>Old Lady</speaker>
                        <l>Why this it is: see, see,</l> 
                            <l>I have been begging sixteen years in court </l>
                            <l>(Am yet a courtier beggarly) nor could </l>
                            <l>Come pat betwixt too early and too late </l>
                            <l>For any suit of pounds. And you, (O, fate) </l>
                            <l>A very fresh fish here. Fie, fie, fie upon </l>
                            <l>This compelled fortune. Have your mouth filled up </l>
                            <l>Before you open it.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_anne"><speaker>Anne</speaker>
                        <l>This is strange to me.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_oldlady"><speaker>Old Lady</speaker>
                        <l>How tastes it? Is it bitter? Forty pence, no.</l> 
                            <l>There was a lady once (’tis an old story)</l> 
                            <l>That would not be a queen, that would she not </l> 
                            <l>For all the mud in Egypt. Have you heard it?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_anne"><speaker>Anne</speaker>
                        <l>Come, you are pleasant.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_oldlady"><speaker>Old Lady</speaker>
                        <l>With your theme I could</l> 
                            <l>O’er mount the lark: the Marchioness of Pembroke? </l>
                            <l>A thousand pounds a year for pure respect? </l>
                            <l>No other obligation? by my life </l>
                            <l>That promises mo’ thousands! Honor’s train</l>
                            <l>Is longer than his fore-skirt. By this time </l>
                            <l>I know your back will bear a duchess. Say,</l>
                            <l>Are you not stronger then you were?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_anne"><speaker>Anne</speaker>
                        <l>Good Lady,</l> 
                            <l>Make yourself mirth with your particular fancy </l>
                            <l>And leave me out on’t. Would I had no being </l> 
                            <l>If this salute my blood a jot; it faints me </l>
                            <l>To think what follows. </l>
                            <l>The queen is comfortless and we forgetful </l>
                            <l>In our long absence. Pray, do not deliver </l>
                            <l>What here y’have heard to her.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_oldlady"><speaker>Old Lady</speaker>
                        <l>What do you think me?</l></sp>  
                    
                    <stage type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
                    
                </div>
                
                <div type="scene" n="4" xml:id="emdH8_M_a2_s4"> 
                    
                    <head>2.4</head>
                    
                    <stage type="other">Trumpets, Sennet, and Cornets. 
                        Enter two Vergers, with <name type="property">short silver wands</name>; next them two 
                        Scribes in the <name type="property">habite of Doctors</name>; after them, the <persName n="#canterbury">Bishop of 
                            Canterbury</persName> alone; after him, the <persName n="#lincoln">Bishops of Lincoln</persName>, <persName n="#ely">Ely</persName>, 
                        <persName n="rochester">Rochester</persName>, and <persName n="asaph">St. Asaph</persName>: Next them, with some small 
                        distance, follows a Gentleman bearing the <name type="property">Purse</name>, with the 
                        <name type="property">great Seal</name>, and a <name type="property">Cardinal’s Hat</name>: Then two Priests, 
                        bearing each a <name type="property">Silver Crosse</name>: Then a Gentleman Usher 
                        bareheaded, accompanied with a Sergeant at Arms, bearing a 
                        <name type="property">Silver Mace</name>: Then two Gentlemen bearing two great 
                        <name type="property">Silver Pillers</name>: After them, side by side, the two Cardinals, 
                        two Noblemen, with the <name type="property">Sword</name> and <name type="property">Mace</name>. The King takes 
                        place under the <name type="property">Cloth of State</name>. 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 a consistory. Below them, 
                        the Scribes. The Lords sit next the Bishops. The rest of the 
                        Attendants stand in convenient order about the stage.</stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>Whilst our commission from Rome is read</l> 
                            <l>Let silence be commanded.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>What’s the need?</l>
                            <l>It hath already publicly been read</l>
                            <l>And on all sides th’authority allowed;</l>
                            <l>You may then spare that time.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>Be’t so; proceed.</l></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="delivery"><supplied>Scribe to Crier</supplied></stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_scribe"><speaker>Scribe</speaker>
                        <p>Say, ’Henry King of England, come into the court.’</p></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_crier"><speaker>Crier</speaker>
                        <p>Henry King of England, come into the court.</p></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <p>Here.</p></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="delivery"><supplied>Scribe to Crier</supplied></stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_scribe"><speaker>Scribe</speaker>
                        <p>Say, ’Katherine Queen of England,
                            Come into the court.’</p></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_crier"><speaker>Crier</speaker>
                        <p>Katherine Queen of England, come into the court.</p></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="business">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.</stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_katherine"><speaker>Katharine</speaker>
                        <l>Sir, I desire you do me right and justice</l>
                            <l>And to bestow your pity on me, for</l>
                            <l>I am a most poor woman, and a stranger</l>
                            <l>Born out of your dominions, having here</l>
                            <l>No judge indifferent, nor no more assurance</l>
                            <l>Of equal friendship and proceeding. Alas, sir:</l>
                            <l>In what have I offended you? What cause</l>
                            <l>Hath my behavior given to your displeasure</l>
                            <l>That thus you should proceed to put me off</l>
                            <l>And take your good grace from me? Heaven witness</l>
                            <l>I have been to you a true and humble wife,</l>
                            <l>At all times to your will conformable;</l>
                            <l>Ever in fear to kindle your dislike;</l>
                            <l>Yea, subject to your countenance, glad or sorry,</l>
                            <l>As I saw it inclined? When was the hour</l>
                            <l>I ever contradicted your desire,</l>
                            <l>Or made it not mine, too? Or which of your friends</l>
                            <l>Have I not strove to love, although I knew</l>
                            <l>He were mine enemy? What friend of mine,</l>
                            <l>That had to him derived your anger, did I</l>
                            <l>Continue in my liking? Nay, gave notice</l>
                            <l>He was from thence discharged? Sir, call to mind</l>
                            <l>That I have been your wife in this obedience</l>
                            <l>Upward of twenty years, and have been blessed</l>
                            <l>With many children by you. If, in the course</l>
                            <l>And process of this time, you can report -</l>
                            <l>And prove it too - against mine honor aught,</l>
                            <l>My bond to wedlock or my love and duty</l>
                            <l>Against your sacred person, in God’s name</l>
                            <l>Turn me away and let the foul’st contempt</l>
                            <l>Shut door upon me, and so give me up</l>
                            <l>To the sharp’st kind of justice. Please you, sir,</l>
                            <l>The king your father was reputed for</l>
                            <l>A prince most prudent, of an excellent</l>
                            <l>And unmatched wit and judgement. Ferdinand,</l>
                            <l>My father, king of Spain, was reckoned one</l>
                            <l>The wisest prince that there had reigned by many</l>
                            <l>A year before. It is not to be questioned</l>
                            <l>That they had gathered a wise council to them</l>
                            <l>Of every realm that did debate this business,</l>
                            <l>Who deemed our marriage lawful. Wherefore I humbly</l>
                            <l>Beseech you, sir, to spare me till I may</l>
                            <l>Be, by my friends in Spain, advised; whose counsel</l>
                            <l>I will implore. If not, i’th’ name of God,</l>
                            <l>Your pleasure be fulfilled.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>You have here, lady,</l>
                            <l>And of your choice these reverend fathers, men</l>
                            <l>Of singular integrity, and learning;</l>
                            <l>Yea, the elect o’th’Land, who are assembled</l>
                            <l>To plead your cause. It shall be therefore bootless</l>
                            <l>That longer you desire the court, as well</l>
                            <l>For your own quiet as to rectify</l>
                            <l>What is unsettled in the king.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_campeius"><speaker>Campeius</speaker>
                        <l>His grace</l>
                            <l>Hath spoken well and justly; therefore, madam,</l>
                            <l>It’s fit this royal session do proceed,</l>
                            <l>And that (without delay) their arguments</l>
                            <l>Be now produced and heard.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_katherine"><speaker>Katharine</speaker>
                        <l>Lord cardinal, to you I speak.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>Your pleasure, madam.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_katherine"><speaker>Katharine</speaker>
                        <l>Sir, I am about to weep; but thinking that</l>
                            <l>We are a queen (or long have dreamed so), certain</l>
                            <l>The daughter of a king, my drops of tears</l>
                            <l>I’ll turn to sparks of fire.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>Be patient yet.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_katherine"><speaker>Katharine</speaker>
                        <l>I will, when you are humble; nay before,</l>
                            <l>Or God will punish me. I do believe</l>
                            <l>(Induced by potent circumstances), that</l>
                            <l>You are mine enemy and make my challenge;</l>
                            <l>You shall not be my judge. For it is you</l>
                            <l>Have blown this coal betwixt my lord and me;</l>
                            <l>(Which God‚Äôs dew quench), therefore I say again</l>
                            <l>I utterly abhor, yea, from my soul</l>
                            <l>Refuse you for my judge, whom yet once more</l>
                            <l>I hold my most malicious foe, and think not</l>
                            <l>At all a friend to truth.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>I do profess</l>
                            <l>You speak not like yourself who, ever yet,</l>
                            <l>Have stood to charity and displayed th’effects</l>
                            <l>Of disposition gentle, and of wisedom,</l>
                            <l>O’er-topping woman’s power. Madam, you do me wrong.</l>
                            <l>I have no spleen against you, nor injustice</l>
                            <l>For you or any. How far I have proceeded,</l>
                            <l>Or how far further shall, is warranted</l>
                            <l>By a commission from the consistory;</l>
                            <l>Yea, the whole consistory of Rome. You charge me</l>
                            <l>That I have blown this coal; I do deny it.</l>
                            <l>The king is present: If it be known to him</l>
                            <l>That I gainsay my deed how may he wound,</l>
                            <l>And worthily, my falsehood; yea, as much</l>
                            <l>As you have done my truth. If he know</l>
                            <l>That I am free of your report, he knows</l>
                            <l>I am not of your wrong. Therefore in him</l>
                            <l>It lies to cure me, and the cure is to</l>
                            <l>Remove these thoughts from you. The which before</l>
                            <l>His highness shall speak in, I do beseech</l>
                            <l>You (gracious madam), to unthink your speaking</l>
                            <l>And to say so no more.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_katherine"><speaker>Katharine</speaker>
                        <l>My lord, my Lord:</l>
                            <l>I am a simple woman, much too weak</l>
                            <l>T’oppose your cunning. Y’are meek, and humble-mouthed;</l>
                            <l>You sign your place and calling in full seeming,</l>
                            <l>With meekness and humility; but your heart</l>
                            <l>Is crammed with arrogancy, spleen, and pride.</l>
                            <l>You have by fortune, and his highness’s favors,</l>
                            <l>Gone slightly o’er low steps and now are mounted</l>
                            <l>Where powers are your retainers and your words</l>
                            <l>(Domestics to you), serve your will as’t please</l>
                            <l>Yourself pronounce their office. I must tell you,</l>
                            <l>You tender more your person’s honor than</l>
                            <l>Your high profession spiritual. That again</l>
                            <l>I do refuse you for my judge and here,</l>
                            <l>Before you all, appeal unto the pope</l>
                            <l>To bring my whole cause ’fore his holiness</l>
                            <l>And to be judged by him.</l></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="business">She curtsies to the King, and offers to depart.</stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_campeius"><speaker>Campeius</speaker>
                        <l>The queen is obstinate,</l>
                            <l>Stubborn to justice, apt to accuse it, and</l>
                            <l>Disdainful to be tried by’t. ’Tis not well;</l>
                            <l>She’s going away.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>Call her again.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_crier"><speaker>Crier</speaker>
                        <p>Katherine, Queen of England, come into the court.</p></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_griffith"><speaker>Griffith</speaker>
                        <l>Madam, you are called back.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_katherine"><speaker>Katharine</speaker>
                        <l>What, need you note it? Pray you keep your way</l>
                            <l>When you are called return. Now, the Lord help,</l>
                            <l>They vex me past my patience. Pray you, pass on;</l>
                            <l>I will not tarry. No, nor ever more</l>
                            <l>Upon this business my appearance make</l>
                            <l>In any of their courts.</l></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="exit">Exit Queen and her Attendants.</stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>Go thy ways, Kate,</l>
                            <l>That man i’th’ world who shall report he has</l>
                            <l>A better wife, let him in naught be trusted</l>
                            <l>For speaking false in that. Thou art alone</l>
                            <l>(If thy rare qualities, sweet gentleness,</l>
                            <l>Thy meekness saint-like, wife-like government,</l>
                            <l>Obeying in commanding, and thy parts</l>
                            <l>Sovereign and pious else, could speak thee out),</l>
                            <l>The queen of earthly queens. She’s noble born,</l>
                            <l>And like her true nobility she has</l>
                            <l>Carried herself towards me.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>Most gracious sir,</l>
                            <l>In humblest manner I require your highness</l>
                            <l>That it shall please you to declare in hearing</l>
                            <l>Of all these ears (for where I am robed and bound,</l>
                            <l>There must I be unloosed, although not there</l>
                            <l>At once, and fully satisfied) whether ever I</l>
                            <l>Did broach this business to your highness, or</l>
                            <l>Laid any scruple in your way, which might</l>
                            <l>Induce you to the question on’t; or ever</l>
                            <l>Have to you, but with thanks to God for such</l>
                            <l>A royal lady, spake one the least word that might</l>
                            <l>Be to the prejudice of her present state</l>
                            <l>Or touch of her good person?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>My lord cardinal,</l>
                            <l>I do excuse you. Yea, upon mine honor</l>
                            <l>I free you from’t. You are not to be taught</l>
                            <l>That you have many enemies that know not</l>
                            <l>Why they are so, but like to village curs</l>
                            <l>Bark when their fellows do. By some of these</l>
                            <l>The queen is put in anger. Y’are excused;</l>
                            <l>But will you be more justified? You ever</l>
                            <l>Have wished the sleeping of this business, never desired</l>
                            <l>It to be stirred; but oft have hindered, oft</l>
                            <l>The passages made toward it. On my honor</l>
                            <l>I speak, my good lord cardinal, to this point,</l>
                            <l>And thus far clear him.</l>
                            <l>Now, what moved me to’t,</l>
                            <l>I will be bold with time and your attention.</l>
                            <l>Then mark th’ inducement. Thus it came; give heed to’t.</l>
                            <l>My conscience first received a tenderness,</l>
                            <l>Scruple, and prick, on certain speeches uttered</l>
                            <l>By th’ bishop of Bayonne, then French ambassador,</l>
                            <l>Who had been hither sent on the debating</l>
                            <l>And marriage ’twixt the Duke of Orleans and</l>
                            <l>Our daughter Mary. I’th’ progress of this business,</l>
                            <l>Ere a determinate resolution, he</l>
                            <l>(I meane the Bishop) did require a respite,</l>
                            <l>Wherein he might the king, his lord, advertise</l>
                            <l>Whether our daughter were legitimate,</l>
                            <l>Respecting this our marriage with the dowager</l>
                            <l>Sometimes our brother’s wife. This respite shook</l>
                            <l>The bosom of my conscience; entered me,</l>
                            <l>Yea, with a spitting power and made to tremble</l>
                            <l>The region of my breast which forced such way</l>
                            <l>That many ’mazed considerings did throng</l>
                            <l>And pressed in with this caution. First, methought</l>
                            <l>I stood not in the smile of heaven, who had</l>
                            <l>Commanded nature, that my lady’s womb,</l>
                            <l>If it conceived a male child by me should</l>
                            <l>Do no more offices of life to’t than</l>
                            <l>The grave does to th’ dead. For her male issue</l>
                            <l>Or died where they were made, or shortly after</l>
                            <l>This world had aired them. Hence I took a thought,</l>
                            <l>This was a judgement on me, that my kingdom</l>
                            <l>(Well worthy the best heir o’th’ world), should not</l>
                            <l>Be gladded in’t by me. Then follows that</l>
                            <l>I weighed the danger, which my realms stood in</l>
                            <l>By this my issue’s fail, and that gave to me</l>
                            <l>Many a groaning throw. Thus hulling in</l>
                            <l>The wild sea of my conscience I did steer</l>
                            <l>Toward this remedy, whereupon we are</l>
                            <l>Now present here together: that’s to say</l>
                            <l>I meant to rectify my conscience, which</l>
                            <l>I then did feel full sick, and yet not well</l>
                            <l>By all the reverend fathers of the land</l>
                            <l>And doctors learned. First I began in private,</l>
                            <l>With you my lord of Lincoln; you remember</l>
                            <l>How, under my oppression, I did reek</l>
                            <l>When I first moved you.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_lincoln"><speaker>Lincoln</speaker>
                        <l>Very well, my liege.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>I have spoke long, be pleased yourself to say</l>
                            <l>How far you satisfied me.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_lincoln"><speaker>Lincoln</speaker>
                        <l>So please your highness,</l>
                            <l>The question did at first so stagger me,</l>
                            <l>Bearing a state of mighty moment in’t</l>
                            <l>And consequence of dread, that I committed</l>
                            <l>The daringest counsel which I had to doubt,</l>
                            <l>And did entreat your highness to this course</l>
                            <l>Which you are running here.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>I then moved you</l>
                            <l>My Lord of Canterbury, and got your leave</l>
                            <l>To make this present summons unsolicited.</l>
                            <l>I left no reverend person in this court,</l>
                            <l>But by particular consent proceeded</l>
                            <l>Under your hands and seals; therefore go on,</l>
                            <l>For no dislike i’th’ world against the person</l>
                            <l>Of the good queen but the sharp, thorny points</l>
                            <l>Of my alleged reasons drives this forward.</l>
                            <l>Prove but our marriage lawful, by my life</l>
                            <l>And kingly dignity, we are contented</l>
                            <l>To wear our mortal state to come with her,</l>
                            <l>(Katherine our queen), before the primest creature</l>
                            <l>That’s paragoned o’th’ world.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_campeius"><speaker>Campeius</speaker>
                        <l>So please your highness,</l>
                            <l>The queen being absent, ’tis a needful fitness</l>
                            <l>That we adjourn this court till further day.</l>
                            <l>Meanwhile, must be an earnest motion</l>
                            <l>Made to the queen to call back her appeal</l>
                            <l>She intends unto his holiness.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>I may perceive</l>
                            <l>These cardinals trifle with me. I abhor</l>
                            <l>This dilatory sloth and tricks of Rome.</l>
                            <l>My learned and well-beloved servant Cranmer,</l>
                            <l>Prithee return; with thy approach I know</l>
                            <l>My comfort comes along. Break up the court;</l>
                            <l>I say, set on!</l></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="exit">Exeunt, in manner as they entered.</stage>
                    
                </div>                   
                
            </div>
            
            <div type="act" n="3" xml:id="emdH8_M_a3">
                <div type="scene" n="1" xml:id="emdH8_M_a3_s1">
                    
                    <head>3.1</head>
                    
                    <stage type="business">Enter Queen and her Women as at work.</stage> 
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_katherine"><speaker>Katharine</speaker>
                        <l>Take thy <name type="property">lute</name> wench:</l>
                            <l>My soul grows sad with troubles.</l>
                            <l>Sing, and disperse ’em if thou canst; leave working.</l></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="sound">SONG.</stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentlewoman"><speaker>Gentlewoman</speaker>
                        <lg type="song"><l>Orpheus, with his lute, made trees,</l>
                            <l>And the mountain tops that freeze</l>
                            <l>Bow themselves when he did sing.</l>
                            <l>To his music, plants and flowers,</l>
                            <l>Ever sprung; as sun and showers</l>
                            <l>There had made a lasting spring.</l>
                            <l>Every thing that heard him play,</l>
                            <l>Even the billows of the sea,</l>
                            <l>Hung their heads and then lay by.</l>
                            <l>In sweet music is such art,</l>
                            <l>Killing care and grief of heart,</l>
                            <l>Fall asleep, or hearing die.</l></lg></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="entrance">Enter a Gentleman.</stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_katherine"><speaker>Katharine</speaker>
                        <p>How now?</p></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentlewoman"><speaker>Gentlewoman</speaker>
                        <l>And’t please your grace, the two great cardinals</l>
                            <l>Wait in the presence.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_katherine"><speaker>Katharine</speaker>
                        <l>Would they speak with me?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentlewoman"><speaker>Gentlewoman</speaker>
                        <l>They willed me say so, Madam.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_katherine"><speaker>Katharine</speaker>
                        <l>Pray their graces</l>
                            <l>To come near. What can be their business</l>
                            <l>With me, a poor weak woman, fall’n from favor?</l>
                            <l>I do not like their coming; now I think on’t
                            </l><l>They should be good men, their affairs as righteous.</l>
                            <l>But all hoods make not monks.</l></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="entrance">Enter the two Cardinals, Wolsey and Campieus.</stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>Peace to your highness.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_katherine"><speaker>Katharine</speaker>
                        <l>Your graces find me here part of a housewife,</l>
                            <l>(I would be all), against the worst may happen.</l>
                            <l>What are your pleasures with me, reverent lords?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>May it please you, noble madam to withdraw</l>
                            <l>Into your private chamber. We shall give you</l>
                            <l>The full cause of our coming.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_katherine"><speaker>Katharine</speaker>
                        <l>Speak it here.</l>
                            <l>There’s nothing I have done yet o’ my conscience</l>
                            <l>Deserves a corner. Would all other Women</l>
                            <l>Could speak this with as free a soul as I do.</l>
                            <l>My lords, I care not (so much I am happy</l>
                            <l>Above a number), if my actions</l>
                            <l>Were tried by ev’ry tongue, ev’ry eye saw ’em,</l>
                            <l>Envy and base opinion set against ’em;</l>
                            <l>I know my life so even. If your business</l>
                            <l>Seek me out, and that way I am wife in.</l>
                            <l>Out with it boldly; truth loves open dealing.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l><foreign xml:lang="la">Tanta est erga te mentis integritas Regina serenissima.</foreign></l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_katherine"><speaker>Katharine</speaker>
                        <l>O, good my lord, no Latin.</l>
                            <l>I am not such a truant since my coming,</l>
                            <l>As not to know the language I have lived in.</l>
                            <l>A strange tongue makes my cause more strange, suspicious.</l>
                            <l>Pray, speak in English; here are some will thank you</l>
                            <l>If you speak truth, for their poor mistress’s sake.</l>
                            <l>Believe me, she has had much wrong. Lord cardinal,</l>
                            <l>The willingest sin I ever yet committed,</l>
                            <l>May be absolved in English.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>Noble lady,</l>
                            <l>I am sorry my integrity should breed,</l>
                            <l>(And service to his majesty and you)</l>
                            <l>So deep suspicion, where all faith was meant.</l>
                            <l>We come not by the way of accusation,</l>
                            <l>To taint that honor every good tongue blesses,</l>
                            <l>Nor to betray you any way to sorrow.</l>
                            <l>You have too much good, lady; but to know</l>
                            <l>How you stand minded in the weighty difference</l>
                            <l>Between the king and you, and to deliver</l>
                            <l>(Like free and honest men), our just opinions</l>
                            <l>And comforts to our cause.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_campeius"><speaker>Campeius</speaker>
                        <l>Most honoured madam,</l>
                            <l>My lord of York, out of his noble nature,</l>
                            <l>Zeal and obedience, he still bore your grace,</l>
                            <l>Forgetting (like a good man) your late censure</l>
                            <l>Both of his truth and him (which was too far),</l>
                            <l>Offers, as I do, in a sign of peace,</l>
                            <l>His service and his counsel.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_katherine"><speaker>Katharine</speaker>
                        <l>To betray me.</l>
                            <l>My lords, I thank you both for your good wills.</l>
                            <l>Ye speak like honest men, (pray God ye prove so),</l>
                            <l>But how to make ye suddenly an answer</l>
                            <l>In such a point of weight, so need mine honor,</l>
                            <l>(More near my life I fear) with my weak wit;</l>
                            <l>And to such men of gravity and learning,</l>
                            <l>In truth, I know not. I was set at work,</l>
                            <l>Among my maids, full little (God knows), looking</l>
                            <l>Either for such men or such business;</l>
                            <l>For her sake that I have been, for I feel</l>
                            <l>The last fit of my greatness. Good your graces,</l>
                            <l>Let me have time and counsel for my cause.</l>
                            <l>Alas, I am a woman friendless, hopeless.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>Madam,</l>
                            <l>You wrong the king’s love with these fears,</l>
                            <l>Your hopes and friends are infinite.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_katherine"><speaker>Katharine</speaker>
                        <l>In England,</l>
                            <l>But little for my profit can you think, lords,</l>
                            <l>That any English man dare give me counsel?</l>
                            <l>Or be a known friend ’gainst his highness’s pleasure,</l>
                            <l>(Though he be grown so desperate to be honest)</l>
                            <l>And live a subject? Nay, forsooth my friends,</l>
                            <l>They that must weigh out my afflictions,</l>
                            <l>They that my trust must grow to, live not here;</l>
                            <l>They are (as all my other comforts) far hence</l>
                            <l>In mine own country, lords.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_campeius"><speaker>Campeius</speaker>
                        <l>I would your grace</l>
                            <l>Would leave your griefs and take my counsel.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_katherine"><speaker>Katharine</speaker>
                        <l>How, sir?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_campeius"><speaker>Campeius</speaker>
                        <l>Put your main cause into the king’s protection;</l>
                            <l>He’s loving and most gracious. ’Twill be much</l>
                            <l>Both for your honor better and your cause;</l>
                            <l>For if the trial of the law o’ertake ye,</l>
                            <l>You’ll part away disgraced.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>He tels you rightly.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_katherine"><speaker>Katharine</speaker>
                        <l>Ye tell me what ye wish for both: my ruin.</l>
                            <l>Is this your Christian counsel? Out upon ye!</l>
                            <l>Heaven is above all yet; there sits a judge</l>
                            <l>That no king can corrupt.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_campeius"><speaker>Campeius</speaker>
                        <l>Your rage mistakes us.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_katherine"><speaker>Katharine</speaker>
                        <l>The more shame for ye; holy men I thought ye,</l>
                            <l>Upon my soul, two reverend cardinal virtues.</l>
                            <l>But cardinal sins and hollow hearts I fear ye;</l>
                            <l>Mend ’em for shame my Lords: Is this your comfort?</l>
                            <l>The cordial that ye bring a wretched lady?</l>
                            <l>A woman lost among ye, laughed at, scorned?</l>
                            <l>I will not wish ye half my miseries;</l>
                            <l>I have more charity. But say I warn’d ye;</l>
                            <l>Take heed, for heaven’s sake take heed, least at once</l>
                            <l>The burden of my sorrows fall upon ye.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>Madam, this is a mere distraction;</l>
                            <l>You turn the good we offer into envy.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_katherine"><speaker>Katharine</speaker>
                        <l>Ye turn me into nothing. Woe upon ye</l>
                            <l>And all such false professors. Would you have me</l>
                            <l>(If you have any justice, any pity;</l>
                            <l>If ye be any thing but churhmens’ habits);</l>
                            <l>Put my sick cause into his hands that hates me?</l>
                            <l>Alas, he’s banished me his bed already,</l>
                            <l>His love, too, long ago. I am old, my lords,</l>
                            <l>And all the fellowship I hold now with him</l>
                            <l>Is only my obedience. What can happen</l>
                            <l>To me above this wretchedness? All your studies</l>
                            <l>Make me a curse like this.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_campeius"><speaker>Campeius</speaker>
                        <l>Your fears are worse.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_katherine"><speaker>Katharine</speaker>
                        <l>Have I lived thus long (let me speak myself,</l>
                            <l>Since virtue finds no friends), a wife, a true one?</l>
                            <l>A woman (I dare say without vainglory),</l>
                            <l>Never yet branded with suspicion?</l>
                            <l>Have I, with all my full affections,</l>
                            <l>Still met the king? Loved him next heaven? Obeyed him?</l>
                            <l>Been (out of fondness), superstitious to him?</l>
                            <l>Almost forgot my prayers to content him?</l>
                            <l>And am I thus rewarded? ’Tis not well, lords.</l>
                            <l>Bring me a constant woman to her husband,</l>
                            <l>One that ne’er dreamed a joy beyond his pleasure;</l>
                            <l>And to that woman (when she has done most),</l>
                            <l>Yet will I add an honor: a great patience.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>Madam, you wander from the good</l>
                            <l>We aim at.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_katherine"><speaker>Katharine</speaker>
                        <l>My lord,</l>
                            <l>I dare not make myself so guilty</l>
                            <l>To give up willingly that noble title</l>
                            <l>Your master wed me to; nothing but death</l>
                            <l>Shall e’er divorce my dignities.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>Pray, hear me.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_katherine"><speaker>Katharine</speaker>
                        <l>Would I had never trod this English earth,</l>
                            <l>Or felt the flatteries that grow upon it:</l>
                            <l>Ye have angels’ faces, but heaven knows your hearts.</l>
                            <l>What will become of me now, wretched lady?</l>
                            <l>I am the most unhappy woman living.</l>
                            <l>Alas (poor wenches) where are now your fortunes?</l>
                            <l>Shipwrecked upon a kingdom where no pity,</l>
                            <l>No friends, no hope, no kindred weep for me?</l>
                            <l>Almost no grave allowed me? Like the lily</l>
                            <l>That once was mistress of the field and flourished,</l>
                            <l>I’ll hang my head and perish.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>If your grace</l>
                            <l>Could but be brought to know our ends are honest,</l>
                            <l>You’d feel more comfort. Why should we, (good lady),</l>
                            <l>Upon what cause wrong you? Alas, our places,</l>
                            <l>The way of our profession is against it;</l>
                            <l>We are to cure such sorrows, not to sow ’em.</l>
                            <l>For goodness’ sake, consider what you do;</l>
                            <l>How you may hurt yourself. Aye, utterly</l>
                            <l>Grow from the king’s acquaintance by this carriage.</l>
                            <l>The hearts of princes kiss obedience,</l>
                            <l>So much they love it. But to stubborn spirits</l>
                            <l>They swell and grow as terrible as storms.</l>
                            <l>I know you have a gentle, noble temper;</l>
                            <l>A soul as even as a calm. Pray think us</l>
                            <l>Those we profess: peace-makers, friends, and servants.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_campeius"><speaker>Campeius</speaker>
                        <l>Madam, you’l find it so.</l>
                            <l>You wrong your virtues</l>
                            <l>With these weak woman’s fears. A noble spirit,</l>
                            <l>As yours was put into you, ever casts</l>
                            <l>Such doubts as false coin from it. The king loves you;</l>
                            <l>Beware you lose it not. For us, (if you please</l>
                            <l>To trust us in your business) we are ready</l>
                            <l>To use our utmost studies in your service.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_katherine"><speaker>Katharine</speaker>
                        <l>Do what ye will, my lords,</l>
                            <l>And pray forgive me;</l>
                            <l>If I have used myself unmannerly</l>
                            <l>You know I am a woman, lacking wit</l>
                            <l>To make a seemly answer to such persons.</l>
                            <l>Pray do my service to his majesty;</l>
                            <l>He has my heart yet, and shall have my prayers</l>
                            <l>While I shall have my life. Come, reverend fathers,</l>
                            <l>Bestow your counsels on me. She now begs</l>
                            <l>That little thought when she set footing here,</l>
                            <l>She should have bought her dignities so dear.</l></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="exit">Exeunt</stage>                   
                    
                </div>
                
                <div type="scene" n="2" xml:id="emdH8_M_a3_s2">
                    <head>3.2</head>
                    
                    <stage type="entrance">Enter the Duke of Norfolk, Duke of Suffolk, Lord Surrey, 
                        and Lord Chamberlain.</stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_norfolk"><speaker>Norfolk</speaker>
                        <l>If you will now unite in your complaints</l>
                        <l>And force them with a constancy, the cardinal</l>
                            <l>Cannot stand under them. If you omit</l>
                            <l>The offer of this time I cannot promise</l>
                            <l>But that you shall sustain more new disgraces</l>
                            <l>With these you bear already.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_surrey"><speaker>Surrey</speaker>
                        <l>I am joyful</l>
                            <l>To meet the least occasion that may give me</l>
                            <l>Remembrance of my father-in-law the duke</l>
                            <l>To be revenged on him.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_suffolk"><speaker>Suffolk</speaker>
                        <l>Which of the peers</l>
                            <l>Have uncondemned gone by him, or at least</l>
                            <l>Strangely neglected? When did he regard</l>
                            <l>The stamp of nobleness in any person</l>
                            <l>Out of himself?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_chamberlain"><speaker>Chamberlain</speaker>
                        <l>My lords, you speak your pleasures;</l>
                            <l>What he deserves of you and me, I know.</l>
                            <l>What we can do to him, (though now the time</l>
                            <l>Gives way to us) I much fear. If you cannot</l>
                            <l>Bar his access to’ th’ king, never attempt</l>
                            <l>Anything on him; for he hath a witchcraft</l>
                            <l>Over the king in’s tongue.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_norfolk"><speaker>Norfolk</speaker>
                        <l>O fear him not,</l>
                            <l>His spell in that is out: the King hath found</l>
                            <l>Matter against him that forever mars</l>
                            <l>The honey of his language. No, he’s settled</l>
                            <l>(Not to come off), in his displeasure.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_surrey"><speaker>Surrey</speaker>
                        <l>Sir,</l>
                            <l>I should be glad to hear such news as this</l>
                            <l>Once every hour.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_norfolk"><speaker>Norfolk</speaker>
                        <l>Believe it, this is true.</l>
                            <l>In the divorce, his contrary proceedings</l>
                            <l>Are all unfolded, wherein he appears</l>
                            <l>As I would wish mine enemy.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_surrey"><speaker>Surrey</speaker>
                        <l>How came</l>
                            <l>His practices to light?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_suffolk"><speaker>Suffolk</speaker>
                        <l>Most strangely.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_surrey"><speaker>Surrey</speaker>
                        <l>O, how? how?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_suffolk"><speaker>Suffolk</speaker>
                        <l>The cardinal’s letters to the pope miscarried</l>
                            <l>And came to th’ eye o’ th’ king, wherein was read</l>
                            <l>How that the cardinal did entreat his holiness</l>
                            <l>To stay the judgement o’ th’ divorce; for if</l>
                            <l>It did take place, ’I do’, (quoth he) ’perceive</l>
                            <l>My king is tangled in affection to</l>
                            <l>A creature of the queen’s, Lady Anne Bullen.’</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_surrey"><speaker>Surrey</speaker>
                        <l>Has the King this?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_suffolk"><speaker>Suffolk</speaker>
                        <l>Believe it.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_surrey"><speaker>Surrey</speaker>
                        <l>Will this work?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_chamberlain"><speaker>Chamberlain</speaker>
                        <l>The king in this perceiuvs him, how he coasts</l>
                            <l>And hedges his own way. But in this point</l>
                            <l>All his tricks founder, and he brings his physick</l>
                            <l>After his patient’s death: the king already</l>
                            <l>Hath married the fair lady.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_surrey"><speaker>Surrey</speaker>
                        <l>Would he had.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_suffolk"><speaker>Suffolk</speaker>
                        <l>May you be happy in your wish, my lord,</l>
                            <l>For I profess you have it.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_surrey"><speaker>Surrey</speaker>
                        <l>Now all my joy</l>
                            <l>Trace the conjunction.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_suffolk"><speaker>Suffolk</speaker>
                        <l>My amen to’t.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_norfolk"><speaker>Norfolk</speaker>
                        <l>All men’s.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_suffolk"><speaker>Suffolk</speaker>
                        <l>There’s order given for her coronation;</l>
                            <l>Marry this is yet but young and may be left</l>
                            <l>To some ears unrecounted. But, my lords,</l>
                            <l>She is a gallant creature, and complete</l>
                            <l>In mind and feature. I persuade me, from her</l>
                            <l>Will fall some blessing to this land, which shall</l>
                            <l>In it be memorized.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_surrey"><speaker>Surrey</speaker>
                        <l>But will the king</l>
                            <l>Digest this letter of the cardinal’s?</l>
                            <l>The Lord forbid.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_norfolk"><speaker>Norfolk</speaker>
                        <l>Marry, amen.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_suffolk"><speaker>Suffolk</speaker>
                        <l>No, no!</l>
                            <l>There be more wasps that buzz about his nose</l>
                            <l>Will make this sting the sooner. Cardinal Campeius</l>
                            <l>Is stolen away to Rome, hath ta’en no leave,</l>
                            <l>Has left the cause o’th’ king unhandled, and</l>
                            <l>Is posted as the agent of our cardinal</l>
                            <l>To second all his plot. I do assure you,</l>
                            <l>The king cried ha! at this.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_chamberlain"><speaker>Chamberlain</speaker>
                        <l>Now God incense him,</l>
                            <l>And let him cry ha! louder.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_norfolk"><speaker>Norfolk</speaker>
                        <l>But my lord,</l>
                            <l>When returns Cranmer?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_suffolk"><speaker>Suffolk</speaker>
                        <l>He is returned in his opinions, which</l>
                            <l>Have satisfied the king for his divorce,</l>
                            <l>Together with all famous colleges</l>
                            <l>Almost in christendom. Shortly, (I believe),</l>
                            <l>His second marriage shall be published, and</l>
                            <l>Her coronation. Katherine no more</l>
                            <l>Shall be called queen, but Princess Dowager</l>
                            <l>And widow to Prince Arthur.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_norfolk"><speaker>Norfolk</speaker>
                        <l>This same Cranmer’s</l>
                            <l>A worthy fellow, and hath ta’en much pain</l>
                            <l>In the king’s business.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_suffolk"><speaker>Suffolk</speaker>
                        <l>He has, and we shall see him</l>
                            <l>For it, an archbishop.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_norfolk"><speaker>Norfolk</speaker>
                        <l>So I hear.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_suffolk"><speaker>Suffolk</speaker>
                        <l>’Tis so.</l>
                            
                            <stage type="entrance">Enter Wolsey and Cromwell.</stage>
                            
                            <l>The Cardinal.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_norfolk"><speaker>Norfolk</speaker>
                        <l>Observe, observe; he’s moody.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>The packet, Cromwell,</l>
                            <l>Gave’t you the king?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_cromwell"><speaker>Cromwell</speaker>
                        <l>To his own hand, in’s bedchamber.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>Looked he o’th’inside of the paper?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_cromwell"><speaker>Cromwell</speaker>
                        <l>Presently</l>
                            <l>He did unseal them, and the first he viewed</l>
                            <l>He did it with a serious mind; a heed</l>
                            <l>Was in his countenance. You he bade</l>
                            <l>Attend him here this morning.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>Is he ready to come abroad?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_cromwell"><speaker>Cromwell</speaker>
                        <l>I think by this he is.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>Leave me a while.</l>
                            
                            <stage type="exit">Exit Cromwell.</stage>
                            
                            <l>It shall be to the Duchess of Alanson,</l>
                            <l>The French king’s sister; he shall marry her.</l>
                            <l>Anne Bullen? No, I’ll no Anne Bullens for him;</l>
                            <l>There’s more in’t then fair visage. Bullen?</l>
                            <l>No, we’ll no Bullens. Speedily I wish</l>
                            <l>To hear from Rome. The marchioness of Pembroke?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_norfolk"><speaker>Norfolk</speaker>
                        <l>He’s discontented.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_suffolk"><speaker>Suffolk</speaker>
                        <l>Maybe he hears the king</l>
                            <l>Does whet his anger to him.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_surrey"><speaker>Surrey</speaker>
                        <l>Sharp enough,</l>
                            <l>Lord, for thy justice.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>The late queen’s gentlewoman?</l>
                            <l>A knight’s daughter</l>
                            <l>To be her mistress’s mistress? The queen’s queen?</l>
                            <l>This candle burns not clear; ’tis I must snuff it</l>
                            <l>Then out it goes. What, though I know her virtuous</l>
                            <l>And well deserving, yet I know her for</l>
                            <l>A spleeny Lutheran, and not wholesome to</l>
                            <l>Our cause, that she should lie i’th’bosom of</l>
                            <l>Our hard ruled king. Again there is sprung up</l>
                            <l>An heretic, an arch-one: Cranmer, one</l>
                            <l>Hath crawled into the favor of the king</l>
                            <l>And is his oracle.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_norfolk"><speaker>Norfolk</speaker>
                        <l>He is vexed at something.</l></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="other">Enter King, reading of a <name type="property">Schedule</name>.</stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_surrey"><speaker>Surrey</speaker>
                        <l>I would ’twer something that would fret the string,</l>
                            <l>The master-cord on’s heart.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_suffolk"><speaker>Suffolk</speaker>
                        <l>The king. The king.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>What piles of wealth hath he accumulated</l>
                            <l>To his own portion? And what expense by’th’hour</l>
                            <l>Seems to flow from him? How i’th’name of thrift</l>
                            <l>Does he rake this together? Now, my lords,</l>
                            <l>Saw you the cardinal?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_norfolk"><speaker>Norfolk</speaker>
                        <l>My lord, we have</l>
                            <l>Stood here observing him. Some strange commotion</l>
                            <l>Is in his brain; he bites his lip and starts,</l>
                            <l>Stops on a sudden, looks upon the ground,</l>
                            <l>Then lays his finger on his temple; straight</l>
                            <l>Springs out into fast gate, then stops again,</l>
                            <l>Strikes his breast hard, and anon, he casts</l>
                            <l>His eye against the moon. In most strange postures</l>
                            <l>We have seen him set himself.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>It may well be</l>
                            <l>There is a mutiny in’s mind. This morning</l>
                            <l>Papers of state he sent me, to peruse</l>
                            <l>As I required; and wot you what I found</l>
                            <l>There (on my conscience put unwittingly),</l>
                            <l>Forsooth an inventory thus importing</l>
                            <l>The several parcels of his plate, his treasure,</l>
                            <l>Rich stuffs and ornaments of household, which</l>
                            <l>I find at such proud rate that it out-speaks</l>
                            <l>Possession of a subject.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_norfolk"><speaker>Norfolk</speaker>
                        <l>It’s heaven’s will</l>
                            <l>Some spirit put this paper in the packet</l>
                            <l>To bless your eye with all.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>If we did think</l>
                            <l>His contemplation were above the earth,</l>
                            <l>And fixed on spiritual object, he should still</l>
                            <l>Dwell in his musings; but I am afraid</l>
                            <l>His thinkings are below the moon, not worth</l>
                            <l>His serious considering.</l></sp>
                    
                    
                    
                    <stage type="other">King takes his <name type="property">Seat</name>, whispers <supplied>to</supplied> Lovell, who goes 
                        to the Cardinal.</stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>Heaven forgive me,</l>
                            <l>Ever God bless your highness.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>Good my lord,</l>
                            <l>You are full of heavenly stuff and bear the inventory</l>
                            <l>Of your best graces in your mind, the which</l>
                            <l>You were now running o’er. You have scarce time</l>
                            <l>To steal from spiritual leisure, a brief span</l>
                            <l>To keep your earthly audit, sure in that</l>
                            <l>I deem you an ill husband and am galled</l>
                            <l>To have you therein my companion.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>Sir,</l>
                            <l>For holy offices I have a time; a time</l>
                            <l>To think upon the part of business which</l>
                            <l>I bear i’th’state; and nature does require</l>
                            <l>Her times of preservation, which perforce</l>
                            <l>I, her frail son, amongst my brethren mortal,</l>
                            <l>Must give my ’tendance to.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>You have said well.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>And ever may your highness yoke together,</l>
                            <l>(As I will lend you cause), my doing well</l>
                            <l>With my well saying.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>’Tis well said again,</l>
                            <l>And ’tis a kind of good deed to say well;</l>
                            <l>And yet words are no deeds. My father loved you;</l>
                            <l>He said he did, and with his deed did crown</l>
                            <l>His word upon you. Since I had my office</l>
                            <l>I have kept you next my heart, have not alone</l>
                            <l>Employed you where high profits might come home,</l>
                            <l>But pared my present havings to bestow</l>
                            <l>My bounties upon you.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>What should this mean?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_surrey"><speaker>Surrey</speaker>
                        <l>The lord increase this business.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>Have I not made you</l>
                            <l>The prime man of the state? I pray you tell me,</l>
                            <l>If what I now pronounce you have found true,</l>
                            <l>And if you may confess it, say withal</l>
                            <l>If you are bound to us or no. What say you?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>My sovereign, I confess your royal graces,</l>
                            <l>Showered on me daily, have been more than could</l>
                            <l>My studied purposes requite, which went</l>
                            <l>Beyond all man’s endeavors. My endeavors</l>
                            <l>Have ever come too short of my desires,</l>
                            <l>Yet filled with my abilities. Mine own ends</l>
                            <l>Have been mine so, that evermore they pointed</l>
                            <l>To’th’good of your most sacred person and</l>
                            <l>The profit of the state. For your great graces</l>
                            <l>Heaped upon me (poor undeserver), I</l>
                            <l>Can nothing render but allegiant thanks,</l>
                            <l>My prayers to heaven for you; my loyalty</l>
                            <l>Which ever has and ever shall be growing</l>
                            <l>Till death (that winter), kill it.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>Fairly answered.</l>
                            <l>A loyal and obedient subject is</l>
                            <l>Therein illustrated; the honor of it</l>
                            <l>Does pay the act of it, as i’th’contrary</l>
                            <l>The foulness is the punishment. I presume</l>
                            <l>That as my hand has opened bounty to you,</l>
                            <l>My heart dropped love, my power rained honor, more</l>
                            <l>On you than any. So your hand and heart,</l>
                            <l>Your brain and every function of your power,</l>
                            <l>Should, notwithstanding that your bond of duty</l>
                            <l>As ’twer in love’s particular, be more</l>
                            <l>To me your friend than any.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>I do profess</l>
                            <l>That for your highness’ good I ever labored</l>
                            <l>More then mine own; that am, have, and will be</l>
                            <l>(Though all the world should cracke their duty to you,</l>
                            <l>And throw it from their soul, though perils did</l>
                            <l>Abound, as thick as thought could make ’em, and</l>
                            <l>Appear in forms more horrid) yet my duty,</l>
                            <l>As doth a rock against the chiding flood,</l>
                            <l>Should the approach of this wild river break</l>
                            <l>And stand unshaken yours.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>’Tis nobly spoken.</l>
                            <l>Take notice, lords, he has a loyal breast,</l>
                            <l>For you have seen him open’t. Read o’er this,</l>
                            <l>And after this, and then to breakfast with</l>
                            <l>What appetite you have.</l></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="exit">Exit King, frowning upon the Cardinal, the Nobles 
                        throng after him, smiling and whispering.</stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>What should this mean?</l>
                            <l>What sudden anger’s this? How have I reaped it?</l>
                            <l>He parted frowning from me, as if ruin</l>
                            <l>Leaped from his eyes. So looks the chafed lion</l>
                            <l>Upon the daring huntsman that has galled him;</l>
                            <l>Then makes him nothing. I must read this paper;</l>
                            <l>I fear the story of his anger. ’Tis so:</l>
                            <l>This paper ha’s undone me: ’Tis th’account</l>
                            <l>Of all that world of wealth I have drawn together</l>
                            <l>For mine own ends, (indeed to gain the popedom,</l>
                            <l>And fee my friends in Rome). O, negligence!</l>
                            <l>Fit for a fool to fall by! What cross devil</l>
                            <l>Made me put this main secret in the packet</l>
                            <l>I sent the king? Is there no way to cure this?</l>
                            <l>No new device to beat this from his brains?</l>
                            <l>I know ’twill stir him strongly; yet I know</l>
                            <l>A way, if it take right, in spite of fortune</l>
                            <l>Will bring me off again. What’s this? To th’pope?</l>
                            <l>The letter (as I live) with all the business</l>
                            <l>I writ to’s holiness. Nay then, farewell.</l>
                            <l>I have touched the highest point of all my greatness,</l>
                            <l>And from that full meridian of my glory</l>
                            <l>I haste now to my setting. I shall fall</l>
                            <l>Like a bright exhalation in the evening,</l>
                            <l>And no man see me more.</l></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="entrance">Enter to Wolsey the Dukes of Norfolk and Suffolk, the
                        Earl of Surrey, and the Lord Chamberlain.</stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_norfolk"><speaker>Norfolk</speaker>
                        <l>Hear the king’s pleasure, cardinal,</l>
                            <l>Who commands you</l>
                            <l>To render up the great seal presently</l>
                            <l>Into our hands, and to confine yourself</l>
                            <l>To Asher house, my lord of Winchester’s,</l>
                            <l>Till you hear further from his highness.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>Stay.</l>
                            <l>Where’s your commission? Lords, words cannot carry</l>
                            <l>Authority so weighty.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_suffolk"><speaker>Suffolk</speaker>
                        <l>Who dare cross ’em,</l>
                            <l>Bearing the king’s will from his mouth expressly?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>Till I find more than will, or words to do it,</l>
                            <l>(I mean your malice), know officious lords,</l>
                            <l>I dare and must deny it. Now I feel</l>
                            <l>Of what coarse metal ye are molded. Envy,</l>
                            <l>How eagerly ye follow my disgraces</l>
                            <l>As if it fed ye, and how sleek and wanton</l>
                            <l>Ye appear in everything may bring my ruin?</l>
                            <l>Follow your envious courses, men of malice;</l>
                            <l>You have Christian warrant for ’em, and no doubt</l>
                            <l>In time will find their fit rewards. That seal</l>
                            <l>You ask with such a violence, the king</l>
                            <l>(Mine and your master), with his own hand gave me,</l>
                            <l>Bade me enjoy it with the place and honors</l>
                            <l>During my life, and to confirm his goodness</l>
                            <l>Tied it by letters patents. Now, who’ll take it?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_surrey"><speaker>Surrey</speaker>
                        <l>The king that gave it.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>It must be himself, then.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_surrey"><speaker>Surrey</speaker>
                        <l>Thou art a proud traitor, priest.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>Proud lord, thou liest.</l>
                            <l>Within these forty hours, Surrey, durst better</l>
                            <l>Have burnt that tongue than said so.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_surrey"><speaker>Surrey</speaker>
                        <l>Thy ambition</l>
                            <l>(Thou scarlet sin), robbed this bewailing land</l>
                            <l>Of noble Buckingham, my father-in-law;</l>
                            <l>The heads of all thy brother-cardinals,</l>
                            <l>(With thee, and all thy best parts bound together),</l>
                            <l>Weighed not a hair of his. Plague of your policy,</l>
                            <l>You sent me deputy for Ireland,</l>
                            <l>Far from his succor; from the king, from all</l>
                            <l>That might have mercy on the fault, thou gav’st him,</l>
                            <l>Whilst your great goodness, out of holy pity,</l>
                            <l>Absolved him with an axe.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>This and all else,</l>
                            <l>This talking lord can lay upon my credit,</l>
                            <l>I answer is most false. The duke by law</l>
                            <l>Found his deserts. How innocent I was</l>
                            <l>From any private malice in his end,</l>
                            <l>His noble jury and foul cause can witness.</l>
                            <l>If I loved many words, lord, I should tell you</l>
                            <l>You have as little honesty as honor,</l>
                            <l>That in the way of loyalty and truth</l>
                            <l>Toward the king, my ever royal master,</l>
                            <l>Dare mate a sounder man then Surrey can be,</l>
                            <l>And all that love his follies.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_surrey"><speaker>Surrey</speaker>
                        <l>By my soul</l>
                            <l>Your long coat, priest, protects you.</l>
                            <l>Thou should’st feel</l>
                            <l>My sword i’th’life blood of thee else. My lords,</l>
                            <l>Can ye endure to hear this arrogance?</l>
                            <l>And from this fellow? If we live thus tamely</l>
                            <l>To be thus jaded by a piece of scarlet,</l>
                            <l>Farewell nobility; let his grace go forward,</l>
                            <l>And dare us with his cap like larks.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>All goodness</l>
                            <l>Is poison to thy stomach.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_surrey"><speaker>Surrey</speaker>
                        <l>Yes, that goodness</l>
                            <l>Of gleaning all the land’s wealth into one,</l>
                            <l>Into your own hands, cardinal, by extortion;</l>
                            <l>The goodness of your intercepted packets</l>
                            <l>You writ to’th pope against the king; your goodness,</l>
                            <l>Since you provoke me, shall be most notorious.</l>
                            <l>My lord of Norfolk, as you are truly noble,</l>
                            <l>As you respect the common good, the state</l>
                            <l>Of our despised nobility, our issues,</l>
                            <l>(Whom, if he live, will scarce be gentlemen),</l>
                            <l>Produce the grand sum of his sins, the articles</l>
                            <l>Collected from his life. I’ll startle you</l>
                            <l>Worse then the sacring bell when the brown wench</l>
                            <l>Lay kissing in your arms, lord cardinal.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>How much, methinks, I could despise this man</l>
                            <l>But that I am bound in charity against it.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_norfolk"><speaker>Norfolk</speaker>
                        <l>Those articles, my lord, are in the king’s hand;</l>
                            <l>But thus much, they are foul ones.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>So much fairer</l>
                            <l>And spotless shall mine innocence arise</l>
                            <l>When the king knows my truth.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_surrey"><speaker>Surrey</speaker>
                        <l>This cannot saue you.</l>
                            <l>I thank my memory I yet remember</l>
                            <l>Some of these articles, and out they shall.</l>
                            <l>Now, if you can blush and cry guilty, cardinal,</l>
                            <l>You’l show a little honesty.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>Speak on, sir;</l>
                            <l>I dare your worst objections. If I blush</l>
                            <l>It is to see a nobleman want manners.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_surrey"><speaker>Surrey</speaker>
                        <l>I had rather want those than my head;</l>
                            <l>Have at you.</l>
                            <l>First, that without the king’s assent or knowledge,</l>
                            <l>You wrought to be a legate, by which power</l>
                            <l>You maimed the jurisdiction of all bishops.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_norfolk"><speaker>Norfolk</speaker>
                        <l>Then, that in all you writ to Rome, or else</l>
                            <l>To foreign princes, <foreign xml:lang="la">ego and rex meus</foreign></l>
                            <l>Was still inscribed, in which you brought the king</l>
                            <l>To be your servant.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_suffolk"><speaker>Suffolk</speaker>
                        <l>Then, that without the knowledge</l>
                            <l>Either of king or council, when you went</l>
                            <l>Ambassador to the emperor, you made bold</l>
                            <l>To carry into Flanders the great seal.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_surrey"><speaker>Surrey</speaker>
                        <l>Item: you sent a large commission</l>
                            <l>To Gregory de Cassado to conclude,</l>
                            <l>Without the king’s will or the state’s allowance,</l>
                            <l>A league between his highness and Ferrara.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_suffolk"><speaker>Suffolk</speaker>
                        <l>That out of mere ambition you have caused</l>
                            <l>Your holy hat to be stamped on the king’s coin.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_surrey"><speaker>Surrey</speaker>
                        <l>Then, that you have sent innumerable substance,</l>
                            <l>(By what means got, I leave to your own conscience),</l>
                            <l>To furnish Rome and to prepare the ways</l>
                            <l>You have for dignities, to the mere undoing</l>
                            <l>Of all the kingdom. Many more there are</l>
                            <l>Which,since they are of you and odious,</l>
                            <l>I will not taint my mouth with.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_chamberlain"><speaker>Chamberlain</speaker>
                        <l>O, my lord,</l>
                            <l>Press not a falling man too far! ’tis virtue;</l>
                            <l>His faults lie open to the laws. Let them,</l>
                            <l>Not you, correct him. My heart weeps to see him</l>
                            <l>So little, of his great self.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_surrey"><speaker>Surrey</speaker>
                        <l>I forgive him.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_suffolk"><speaker>Suffolk</speaker>
                        <l>Lord cardinal, the king’s further pleasure is,</l>
                            <l>Because all those things you have done of late</l>
                            <l>By your power legislative within this kingdom,</l>
                            <l>Fall into th’ compass of a premunire;</l>
                            <l>That therefore such a writ be sued against you</l>
                            <l>To forfeit all your goods, lands, tenements,</l>
                            <l>Castles, and whatsoever, and to be</l>
                            <l>Out of the king’s protection. This is my charge.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_norfolk"><speaker>Norfolk</speaker>
                        <l>And so we’ll leave you to your meditations</l>
                            <l>How to live better. For your stubborn answer</l>
                            <l>About the giving back the great seal to us,</l>
                            <l>The king shall know it and, no doubt, shall thank you.</l>
                            <l>So fare you well, my little good Lord cardinal.</l></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="exit">Exeunt all but Wolsey.</stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>So farewell to the little good you bear me.</l>
                            <l>Farewell? A long farewell to all my greatness.</l>
                            <l>This is the state of man; today he puts forth</l>
                            <l>The tender leaves of hopes, tomorrow blossoms,</l>
                            <l>And bears his blushing honors thick upon him.</l>
                            <l>The third day comes a frost, a killing frost,</l>
                            <l>And when he thinks, good easy man, full surely</l>
                            <l>His greatness is a ripening, nips his root,</l>
                            <l>And then he falls as I do. I have ventured</l>
                            <l>Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders.</l>
                            <l>This many summers in a sea of glory</l>
                            <l>But far beyond my depth. My high-blown pride</l>
                            <l>At length broke under me and now has left me</l>
                            <l>Weary and old with service to the mercy</l>
                            <l>Of a rude stream that must forever hide me.</l>
                            <l>Vain pomp and glory of this world I hate ye,</l>
                            <l>I feel my heart new opened. Oh how wretched</l>
                            <l>Is that poor man that hangs on princes’ favors?</l>
                            <l>There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to,</l>
                            <l>That sweet aspect of princes and their ruin,</l>
                            <l>More pangs and fears than wars or women have;</l>
                            <l>And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,</l>
                            <l>Never to hope again.</l>
                            
                            <stage type="entrance">Enter Cromwell, standing amazed.</stage>
                            
                            <l>Why, how now Cromwell?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_cromwell"><speaker>Cromwell</speaker>
                        <l>I have no power to speak, sir.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>What, amazed</l>
                            <l>At my misfortunes? Can thy spirit wonder</l>
                            <l>A great man should decline? Nay, and you weep</l>
                            <l>I am fallen indeed.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_cromwell"><speaker>Cromwell</speaker>
                        <l>How does your grace.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>Why, well.</l>
                            <l>Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell;</l>
                            <l>I know myself now, and I feel within me</l>
                            <l>A peace above all earthly dignities,</l>
                            <l>A still and quiet conscience. The king has cured me.</l>
                            <l>I humbly thank his grace, and from these shoulders,</l>
                            <l>These ruined pillars, out of pity taken</l>
                            <l>A load would sink a navy, too much honor.</l>
                            <l>O ’tis a burden, Cromwell; ’tis a burden</l>
                            <l>Too heavy for a man that hopes for heaven.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_cromwell"><speaker>Cromwell</speaker>
                        <l>I am glad your grace</l>
                            <l>Has made that right use of it.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>I hope I have.</l>
                            <l>I am able now, methinks,</l>
                            <l>(Out of a fortitude of soul, I feel),</l>
                            <l>To endure more miseries, and greater far</l>
                            <l>Than my weak-hearted enemies dare offer.</l>
                            <l>What news abroad?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_cromwell"><speaker>Cromwell</speaker>
                        <l>The heaviest and the worst</l>
                            <l>Is your displeasure with the king.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>God bless him.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_cromwell"><speaker>Cromwell</speaker>
                        <l>The next is that Sir Thomas More is chosen</l>
                            <l>Lord Chancellor in your place.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>That’s somewhat sudden,</l>
                            <l>But he’s a learned man. May he continue</l>
                            <l>Long in his highness’s favor, and do justice</l>
                            <l>For truth’s sake and his conscience; that his bones,</l>
                            <l>When he has run his course and sleeps in blessings,</l>
                            <l>May have a tomb of orphans’ tears wept on him.</l>
                            <l>What more?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_cromwell"><speaker>Cromwell</speaker>
                        <l>That Cranmer is returned with welcome;</l>
                            <l>Installed Lord Archbishop of Canterbury.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>That’s news, indeed.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_cromwell"><speaker>Cromwell</speaker>
                        <l>Last, that the lady Anne,</l>
                            <l>Whom the king hath in secrecy long married,</l>
                            <l>This day was viewed in open, as his queen,</l>
                            <l>Going to chapel; and the voice is now</l>
                            <l>Only about her coronation.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>There was the weight that pulled me down.</l>
                            <l>O, Cromwell,</l>
                            <l>The king has gone beyond me: All my glories</l>
                            <l>In that one woman I have lost forever.</l>
                            <l>No sun shall ever usher forth mine honors,</l>
                            <l>Or gild again the noble troops that waited</l>
                            <l>Upon my smiles. Go, get thee from me, Cromwell;</l>
                            <l>I am a poor fall’n man, unworthy now</l>
                            <l>To be thy lord and master. Seek the king</l>
                            <l>(That sun I pray may never set), I have told him</l>
                            <l>What and how true thou art. He will advance thee.</l>
                            <l>Some little memory of me will stir him</l>
                            <l>(I know his Noble Nature) not to let</l>
                            <l>Thy hopeful service perish, too. Good Cromwell,</l>
                            <l>Neglect him not; make use now, and provide</l>
                            <l>For thine own future safety.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_cromwell"><speaker>Cromwell</speaker>
                        <l>O, my lord,</l>
                            <l>Must I then leave you? Must I needs forego</l>
                            <l>So good, so noble, and so true a master?</l>
                            <l>Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron,</l>
                            <l>With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord.</l>
                            <l>The King shall have my service, but my prayers</l>
                            <l>Forever and forever shall be yours.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear</l>
                            <l>In all my miseries, but thou hast forced me</l>
                            <l>(Out of thy honest truth), to play the woman.</l>
                            <l>Let’s dry our eyes. And thus far hear me, Cromwell,</l>
                            <l>And when I am forgotten, as I shall be,</l>
                            <l>And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention</l>
                            <l>Of me more must be heard of; say I taught thee;</l>
                            <l>Say Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory,</l>
                            <l>And sounded all the depths and shoals of honor,</l>
                            <l>Found thee a way (out of his wreck), to rise in;</l>
                            <l>A sure and safe one, though thy master missed it.</l>
                            <l>Mark but my fall and that that ruined me.</l>
                            <l>Cromwell, I charge thee: fling away ambition;</l>
                            <l>By that sin fell the angels. How can man then</l>
                            <l>(The image of his maker), hope to win by it?</l>
                            <l>Love thyself last; cherish those hearts that hate thee.</l>
                            <l>Corruption wins not more then honesty.</l>
                            <l>Still, in thy right hand carry gentle peace</l>
                            <l>To silence envious tongues. Be just and fear not;</l>
                            <l>Let all the ends thou aimest at be thy countries,</l>
                            <l>Thy gods, and truths. Then if thou fallest, O Cromwell,</l>
                            <l>Thou fallest a blessed martyr.</l>
                            <l>Serve the king; and prithee, lead me in.</l>
                            <l>There take an inventory of all I have:</l>
                            <l>To the last penny ’tis the king’s. My robe,</l>
                            <l>And my integrity to heaven is all</l>
                            <l>I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell;</l>
                            <l>Had I but served my God with half the zeal</l>
                            <l>I served my king he would not, in mine age,</l>
                            <l>Have left me naked to mine enemies.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_cromwell"><speaker>Cromwell</speaker>
                        <l>Good sir, have patience.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_wolsey"><speaker>Wolsey</speaker>
                        <l>So I have. Farewell</l>
                            <l>The hopes of court; my hopes in heaven do dwell.</l></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
                    
                </div>
            </div>
            
            <div type="act" n="4" xml:id="emdH8_M_a4">
                <div type="scene" n="1" xml:id="emdH8_M_a4_s1">
                    <head>4.1</head>
                    <stage type="entrance">Enter two Gentlemen, meeting one another.</stage>
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman1"><speaker>1 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>Y’are well met once again.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman2"><speaker>2 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>So are you.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman1"><speaker>1 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>You come to take your stand here and behold</l>
                            <l>The lady Anne pass from her coronation.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman2"><speaker>2 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>’Tis all my business. At our last encounter</l>
                            <l>The Duke of Buckingham came from his trial.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman1"><speaker>1 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>’Tis very true. But that time offered sorrow;</l>
                            <l>This, general joy.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman2"><speaker>2 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>’Tis well. The citizens,</l>
                            <l>I am sure, have shown at full their royal minds</l>
                            <l>As let ’em have their rights; they are ever forward</l>
                            <l>In celebration of this day with shows,</l>
                            <l>Pageants, and sights of honor.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman1"><speaker>1 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>Never greater,</l>
                            <l>Nor I’ll assure you better taken, sir.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman2"><speaker>2 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>May I be bold to ask what that contains,</l>
                            <l>That <name type="property">Paper</name> in your hand.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman1"><speaker>1 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>Yes, ’tis the list</l>
                            <l>Of those that claim their offices this day,</l>
                            <l>By custom of the coronation.</l>
                            <l>The Duke of Suffolk is the first, and claims</l>
                            <l>To be High Steward; next the Duke of Norfolk,</l>
                            <l>He to be Earl Marshal. You may read the rest.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman2"><speaker>2 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>I thank you, sir. Had I not known those customs,</l>
                            <l>I should have been beholding to your paper;</l>
                            <l>But I beseech you, what’s become of Katherine</l>
                            <l>The Princess Dowager? How goes her business?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman1"><speaker>1 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>That I can tell you, too. The Archbishop</l>
                            <l>Of Canterbury, accompanied with other</l>
                            <l>Learned and reverend fathers of his order,</l>
                            <l>Held a late court at Dunstable, six miles off</l>
                            <l>From Ampthill, where the princess lay, to which</l>
                            <l>She was often sighted by them but appeared not.</l>
                            <l>And to be short, for not appearance and</l>
                            <l>The king’s late scruple, by the main assent</l>
                            <l>Of all these learned men she was divorced,</l>
                            <l>And the late marriage made of none effect;</l>
                            <l>Since which, she was removed to Kimbolton,</l>
                            <l>Where she remains now sick.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman2"><speaker>2 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>Alas, good lady.</l>
                            <l>The trumpets sound; stand close,</l>
                            <l>The queen is coming.</l></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="sound"><name type="property">Hautboys.</name></stage>
                    
                    <stage type="business">The Order of the Coronation:
                        1 A lively flourish of trumpets.
                        2 Then, two Judges.
                        3 Lord Chancellor, with purse and mace before him.
                        4 Choristers singing. Music.
                        5 Mayor of London, bearing the Mace. Then Garter, in 
                        his coat of arms, and on his head he wears a gilt copper 
                        crown.
                        6 Marquess Dorset, bearing a scepter of gold, on his head,
                        a demy coronall of gold. With him, the earl of Surrey,
                        bearing the rod of silver with the dove, crowned with an 
                        earl’s coronet. Collars of esses.
                        7 Duke of Suffolk, in his robe of estate, his coronet on his 
                        head, bearing a long white wand, as high steward. With 
                        him, the Duke of Norfolk, with the rod of marshalship, 
                        a coronet on his head. Collars of esses. 
                        8 A canopy, borne by four of the Cinque-Ports, under it  
                        the queen in her robe, in her hair, richly adorned with 
                        pearl, crowned. On each side her, the bishops of London 
                            and Winchester.
                        9 The old dutchess of Norfolk, in a coronall of gold, 
                        wrought with flowers bearing the queen’s train.
                        10 certain ladies or countesses, with plain circlets of 
                            Gold, without flowers.</stage>
                    <stage type="exit">Exeunt, first passing over the stage in order and state, and 
                        then, a great flourish of trumpets.</stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman2"><speaker>2 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>A royal train, believe me. These I know.</l>
                            <l>Who’s that that bears the scepter?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman1"><speaker>1 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>Marquess Dorset,</l>
                            <l>And that the earl of Surrey, with the rod.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman2"><speaker>2 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>A bold, brave gentleman. That should be</l>
                            <l>The duke of Suffolk.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman1"><speaker>1 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>’Tis the same: high steward.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman2"><speaker>2 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>And that, my lord of Norfolk?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman1"><speaker>1 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>Yes.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman2"><speaker>2 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>Heaven bless thee,</l>
                            <l>Thou hast the sweetest face I ever looked on.</l>
                            <l>Sir, as I have a soul, she is an angel.</l>
                            <l>Our king has all the Indies in his arms,</l>
                            <l>And more, and richer, when he strains that lady.</l>
                            <l>I cannot blame his conscience.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman1"><speaker>1 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>They that bear</l>
                            <l>The cloth of honor over her are four barons</l>
                            <l>Of the Cinque-Ports.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman2"><speaker>2 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>Those men are happy,</l>
                            <l>And so are all, are near her.</l>
                            <l>I take it she that carries up the train</l>
                            <l>Is that old noble lady, dutchess of Norfolk.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman1"><speaker>1 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>It is, and all the rest are countesses.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman2"><speaker>2 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>Their coronets say so. These are stars indeed,</l>
                            <l>And sometimes falling ones.</l></sp>
                    
                    
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman1"><speaker>1 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>No more of that.</l></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="entrance">Enter a third Gentleman.</stage>
                    
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman1"><speaker>1 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>God save you, sir. Where have you been broiling?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman3"><speaker>3 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>Among the crowd i’th’Abbey, where a finger</l>
                            <l>Could not be wedged in more. I am stifled</l>
                            <l>With the mere rankness of their joy.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman2"><speaker>2 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>You saw the ceremony?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman3"><speaker>3 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>That I did.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman1"><speaker>1 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>How was it?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman3"><speaker>3 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>Well worth the seeing.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman2"><speaker>2 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>Good sir, speak it to us.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman3"><speaker>3 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>As well as I am able. The rich stream</l>
                            <l>Of lords and ladies, having brought the queen</l>
                            <l>To a prepared place in the choir, fell off</l>
                            <l>A distance from her, while her grace sat down</l>
                            <l>To rest a while, some half an hour or so,</l>
                            <l>In a rich chair of state, opposing freely</l>
                            <l>The beauty of her person to the people.</l>
                            <l>Believe me, sir, she is the goodliest woman</l>
                            <l>That ever lay by man; which, when the people</l>
                            <l>Had the full view of, such a noise arose</l>
                            <l>As the shrouds make at sea in a stiff tempest,</l>
                            <l>As loud and to as many tunes. Hats, cloaks,</l>
                            <l>(Doublets, I think) flew up, and had their faces</l>
                            <l>Been loose this day they had been lost. Such joy</l>
                            <l>I never saw before. Great bellied women,</l>
                            <l>That had not half a week to go, like rams</l>
                            <l>In the old time of war would shake the press</l>
                            <l>And make ’em reel before ’em. No man living</l>
                            <l>Could say: this is my wife there; all were woven</l>
                            <l>So strangely in one piece.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman2"><speaker>2 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>But what followed?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman3"><speaker>3 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>At length her grace rose, and with modest paces</l>
                            <l>Came to the altar, where she kneeled, and saint-like</l>
                            <l>Cast her fair eyes to heaven and prayed devoutly.</l>
                            <l>Then rose again and bowed her to the people.</l>
                            <l>When, by the Archbishop of Canterbury,</l>
                            <l>She had all the royal makings of a queen:</l>
                            <l>As holy oil, Edward Confessor’s crown,</l>
                            <l>The rod, and bird of peace, and all such emblems</l>
                            <l>Laid nobly on her; which performed, the choir</l>
                            <l>With all the choicest music of the kingdom</l>
                            <l>Together sung <foreign xml:lang="la">Te Deum</foreign>. So she parted,</l>
                            <l>And with the same full state paced back again</l>
                            <l>To York Place, where the feast is held.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman1"><speaker>1 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>Sir,</l>
                            <l>You must no more call it York Place. That’s past.</l>
                            <l>For since the cardinal fell, that title’s lost.</l>
                            <l>’Tis now the king’s, and called Whitehall.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman3"><speaker>3 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>I know it,</l>
                            <l>But ’tis so lately altered that the old name</l>
                            <l>Is fresh about me.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman2"><speaker>2 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>What two reverend bishops</l>
                            <l>Were those that went on each side of the queen?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman3"><speaker>3 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>Stokeley and Gardiner, the one of Winchester,</l>
                            <l>Newly preferred from the king’s secretary;</l>
                            <l>The other London.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman2"><speaker>2 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>He of Winchester</l>
                            <l>Is held no great good lover of the archbishops:</l>
                            <l>The virtuous Cranmer.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman3"><speaker>3 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>All the land knows that.</l>
                            <l>However, yet there is no great breach, when it comes</l>
                            <l>Cranmer will find a friend will not shrink from him.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman2"><speaker>2 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>Who may that be, I pray you?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman3"><speaker>3 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>Thomas Cromwell,</l>
                            <l>A man in much esteem with th’king, and truly</l>
                            <l>A worthy friend. The king has made him</l>
                            <l>Master o’th’Jewel House,</l>
                            <l>And one already of the Privy Council.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman2"><speaker>2 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>He will deserve more.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman3"><speaker>3 Gentleman</speaker>
                        <l>Yes, without all doubt.</l>
                            <l>Come, gentlemen, ye shall go my way,</l>
                            <l>Which is to’th court, and there ye shall be my guests:</l>
                            <l>Something I can command. As I walk thither</l>
                            <l>I’ll tell ye more.</l></sp>
                    
                    
                    
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gentleman1 #emdH8_M_gentleman2"><speaker>Both</speaker>
                        <l>You may command us, sir.</l></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>                   
                    
                </div>
                
                <div type="scene" n="2" xml:id="emdH8_M_a4_s2">
                    <head>4.2</head>
                    
                    <stage type="entrance">Enter Katherine Dowager, sick, lead between Griffith,
                        her gentleman usher, and Patience,
                        her woman.</stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_griffith"><speaker>Griffith</speaker>
                        <l>How does your grace?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_katherine"><speaker>Katharine</speaker>
                        <l>O Griffith, sick to death.</l>
                            <l>My legs like loaden branches bow to’th’earth,</l>
                            <l>Willing to leave their burthen. Reach a chair.</l>
                            <l>So now, methinks, I feel a little ease.</l>
                            <l>Did’st thou not tell me, Griffith, as thou lead’st me,</l>
                            <l>That the great child of honor, Cardinal Wolsey,</l>
                            <l>Was dead?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_griffith"><speaker>Griffith</speaker>
                        <l>Yes, madam, but I thank your grace,</l>
                            <l>Out of the pain you suffered, gave no ear to’t.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_katherine"><speaker>Katharine</speaker>
                        <l>Prithee good Griffith, tell me how he died.</l>
                            <l>If well, he stepped before me happily</l>
                            <l>For my example.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_griffith"><speaker>Griffith</speaker>
                        <l>Well, the voice goes, madam,</l>
                            <l>For after the stout Earl Northumberland</l>
                            <l>Arrested him at York and brought him forward</l>
                            <l>As a man sorely tainted to his answer,</l>
                            <l>He fell sick suddenly and grew so ill</l>
                            <l>He could not sit his mule.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_katherine"><speaker>Katharine</speaker>
                        <l>Alas, poor man.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_griffith"><speaker>Griffith</speaker>
                        <l>At last, with easy roads he came to Leicester,</l>
                            <l>Lodged in the abbey, where the reverend abbot,</l>
                            <l>With all his covent, honorably received him.</l>
                            <l>To whom he gave these words: "O father Abbot,</l>
                            <l>An old man, broken with the storms of state,</l>
                            <l>Is come to lay his weary bones among ye.</l>
                            <l>Give him a little earth for charity."</l>
                            <l>So went to bed, where eagerly his sickness</l>
                            <l>Pursued him still, and three nights after this,</l>
                            <l>About the hour of eight (which he himself</l>
                            <l>Foretold should be his last), full of repentance,</l>
                            <l>Continual meditations, tears, and sorrows,</l>
                            <l>He gaue his honors to the world again,</l>
                            <l>His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_katherine"><speaker>Katharine</speaker>
                        <l>So may he rest;</l>
                            <l>His faults lie gently on him.</l>
                            <l>Yet thus far, Griffith, give me leave to speak him</l>
                            <l>And yet with charity. He was a man</l>
                            <l>Of an unbounded stomach, ever ranking</l>
                            <l>Himself with princes. One that, by suggestion,</l>
                            <l>Tied all the kingdom. Symony was fair play;</l>
                            <l>His own opinion was his law. I’th’presence</l>
                            <l>He would say untruths and be ever double,</l>
                            <l>Both in his words and meaning. He was never</l>
                            <l>(But where he meant to ruin) pitiful.</l>
                            <l>His promises were, as he then was, mighty.</l>
                            <l>But his performance, as he is now, nothing.</l>
                            <l>Of his own body he was ill and gave</l>
                            <l>The clergy ill example.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_griffith"><speaker>Griffith</speaker>
                        <l>Noble madam:</l>
                            <l>Mens evil manners live in brass, their virtues</l>
                            <l>We write in water. May it please your highness</l>
                            <l>To hear me speak his good now?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_katherine"><speaker>Katharine</speaker>
                        <l>Yes, good Griffith:</l>
                            <l>I were malicious else.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_griffith"><speaker>Griffith</speaker>
                        <l>This cardinal,</l>
                            <l>Though from an humble stock, undoubtedly</l>
                            <l>Was fashioned to much honor. From his cradle</l>
                            <l>He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one:</l>
                            <l>Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading;</l>
                            <l>Lofty and sour to them that loved him not,</l>
                            <l>But to those men that sought him, sweet as summer.</l>
                            <l>And though he were unsatisfied in getting</l>
                            <l>(Which was a sin), yet in bestowing, madam,</l>
                            <l>He was most princely. Ever witness for him</l>
                            <l>Those twins of learning that he raised in you,</l>
                            <l>Ipswich and Oxford, one of which fell with him,</l>
                            <l>Unwilling to out live the good that did it.</l>
                            <l>The other (though unfinished), yet so famous,</l>
                            <l>So excellent in art, and still so rising</l>
                            <l>That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue.</l>
                            <l>His overthrow heaped happiness upon him.</l>
                            <l>For then, and not till then, he felt himself</l>
                            <l>And found the blessedness of being little.</l>
                            <l>And to add greater honors to his age</l>
                            <l>Than man could give him he died fearing God.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_katherine"><speaker>Katharine</speaker>
                        <l>After my death I wish no other herald,</l>
                            <l>No other speaker of my living actions,</l>
                            <l>To keep mine honor from corruption,</l>
                            <l>But such an honest chronicler as Griffith.</l>
                            <l>Whom I most hated living, thou hast made me</l>
                            <l>With thy religious truth and modesty</l>
                            <l>(Now in his Ashes), honor. Peace be with him.</l>
                            <l>Patience, be near me still, and set me lower.</l>
                            <l>I have not long to trouble thee. Good Griffith,</l>
                            <l>Cause the musicians play me that sad note</l>
                            <l>I named my knell, whilst I sit meditating</l>
                            <l>On that celestial harmony I go to.</l></sp>
                    
                     <stage type="sound">Sad and solemn music.</stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_griffith"><speaker>Griffith</speaker>
                        <l>She is asleep. Good wench, let’s sit down quiet,</l>
                            <l>For fear we wake her. Softly, gentle Patience.</l></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="business">The Vision. 
                        Enter solemnly tripping one after another, six Personages,
                        clad in white robes, wearing on their heads garlands of 
                            bay, and golden vizards on their faces, branches of bay 
                                or palm in their hands. They first conge unto her, then 
                        dance, and at certain changes the first two hold a spare
                        garland over her head, at which the other four make 
                        reverend curtsies. Then the two that held the garland 
                        deliver the same to the other next two, who observe the same
                        order in their changes, and holding the garland over her 
                        head. Which done, they deliver the same garland to the 
                        last two, who likewise observe the same order. At which 
                        (as it were by inspiration), she makes (in her sleep) signs of 
                        rejoicing, and holdeth up her hands to heaven. And so in 
                        their dancing vanish, carrying the garland with them. 
                        The music continues.</stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_katherine"><speaker>Katharine</speaker>
                        <p>Spirits of peace, where are ye? Are ye all gone
                            And leave me here in wretchedness behind ye?</p></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_griffith"><speaker>Griffith</speaker>
                        <p>Madam, we are here.</p></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_katherine"><speaker>Katharine</speaker>
                        <p>It is not you I call for,
                            Saw ye none enter since I slept?</p></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_griffith"><speaker>Griffith</speaker>
                        <p>None, madam.</p></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_katherine"><speaker>Katharine</speaker>
                        <l>No? Saw you not even now a blessed troupe</l>
                            <l>Invite me to a banquet, whose bright faces</l>
                            <l>Cast thousand beams upon me like the sun?</l>
                            <l>They promised me eternal happiness,</l>
                            <l>And brought me garlands, Griffith, which I feel</l>
                            <l>I am not worthy yet to wear. I shall, assuredly.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_griffith"><speaker>Griffith</speaker>
                        <l>I am most joyful, madam, such good dreams</l>
                            <l>Possess your fancy.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_katherine"><speaker>Katharine</speaker>
                        <l>Bid the music leave.</l>
                            <l>They are harsh and heavy to me.</l></sp> 
                    
                    <stage type="sound">Music ceases.</stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_patience"><speaker>Patience</speaker>
                        <l>Do you note</l>
                            <l>How much her grace is altered on the sudden?</l>
                            <l>How long her face is drawn; how pale she looks,</l>
                            <l>And of an earthy cold. Mark her eyes.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_griffith"><speaker>Griffith</speaker>
                        <l>She is going Wench. Pray, pray.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_patience"><speaker>Patience</speaker>
                        <l>Heaven comfort her.</l></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="entrance">Enter a Messenger.</stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_messenger"><speaker>Messenger</speaker>
                        <l>And’t like your grace ...</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_katherine"><speaker>Katharine</speaker>
                        <l>You are a saucy fellow.</l>
                            <l>Deserve we no more reverence?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_griffith"><speaker>Griffith</speaker>
                        <l>You are to blame,</l>
                            <l>Knowing she will not lose her wonted greatness,</l>
                            <l>To use so rude behavior. Go to, kneel.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_messenger"><speaker>Messenger</speaker>
                        <l>I humbly do entreat your highness’s pardon.</l>
                            <l>My haste made me unmannerly. There is staying</l>
                            <l>A gentleman sent from the king to see you.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_katherine"><speaker>Katharine</speaker>
                        <l>Admit him entrance, Griffith. But this fellow</l>
                            <l>Let me ne’er see again.</l>
                            
                            <stage type="exit">Exit messenger.</stage>
                            
                            <stage type="entrance">Enter Lord Capuchius.</stage>
                            
                            <l>If my sight fail not,</l>
                            <l>You should be lord ambassador from the emperor</l>
                            <l>My royal nephew, and your name Capuchius.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_capuchius"><speaker>Capuchius</speaker>
                        <l>Madam, the same. Your servant.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_katherine"><speaker>Katharine</speaker>
                        <l>O, my lord,</l>
                            <l>The times and titles now are altered strangely</l>
                            <l>With me since first you knew me.</l>
                            <l>But I pray you,</l>
                            <l>What is your pleasure with me?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_capuchius"><speaker>Capuchius</speaker>
                        <l>Noble lady,</l>
                            <l>First mine own service to your grace; the next</l>
                            <l>The king’s request, that I would visit you,</l>
                            <l>Who grieves much for your weakness, and by me</l>
                            <l>Sends you his princely commendations,</l>
                            <l>And heartily entreats you take good comfort.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_katherine"><speaker>Katharine</speaker>
                        <l>O my good lord, that comfort comes too late.</l>
                            <l>’Tis like a pardon after execution.</l>
                            <l>That gentle physic, given in time, had cured me.</l>
                            <l>But now I am past all comforts here but prayers.</l>
                            <l>How does his highness?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_capuchius"><speaker>Capuchius</speaker>
                        <l>Madam, in good health.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_katherine"><speaker>Katharine</speaker>
                        <l>So may he ever do, and ever flourish</l>
                            <l>When I shall dwell with worm and my poor name</l>
                            <l>Banished the kingdom. Patience, is that letter</l>
                            <l>I caused you write yet sent away?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_patience"><speaker>Patience</speaker>
                        <l>No, madam.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_katherine"><speaker>Katharine</speaker>
                        <l>Sir, I most humbly pray you to deliver</l>
                            <l>This to my lord the king.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_capuchius"><speaker>Capuchius</speaker>
                        <l>Most willing, madam.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_katherine"><speaker>Katharine</speaker>
                        <l>In which I have commended to his goodness</l>
                            <l>The model of our chaste loves: his young daughter.</l>
                            <l>The dews of heaven fall thick in blessings on her,</l>
                            <l>Beseeching him to give her virtuous breeding.</l>
                            <l>She is young and of a noble modest nature.</l>
                            <l>I hope she will deserve well, and a little</l>
                            <l>To love her for her mother’s sake, that loved him,</l>
                            <l>Heaven knows how dearly.</l>
                            <l>My next poor oetition</l>
                            <l>Is that his noble grace would have some pity</l>
                            <l>Upon my wretched women, that so long</l>
                            <l>Have followed both my fortunes faithfully,</l>
                            <l>Of which there is not one I dare avow</l>
                            <l>(And now I should not lie), but will deserve</l>
                            <l>For virtue and true beauty of the soul,</l>
                            <l>For honesty and decent carriage,</l>
                            <l>A right good husband. Let him be a noble,</l>
                            <l>And sure those men are happy that shall have ’em.</l>
                            <l>The last is for my men: they are the poorest</l>
                            <l>(But poverty could never draw ’em from me),</l>
                            <l>That they may have their wages duly paid ’em,</l>
                            <l>And something over to remember me by.</l>
                            <l>If Heaven had pleased to have given me longer life</l>
                            <l>And able means we had not parted thus.</l>
                            <l>These are the whole contents and good my lord,</l>
                            <l>By that you love the dearest in this world,</l>
                            <l>As you wish Christian peace to souls departed,</l>
                            <l>Stand these poor peoples’ friend and urge the king</l>
                            <l>To do me this last right.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_capuchius"><speaker>Capuchius</speaker>
                        <l>By heaven I will,</l>
                            <l>Or let me lose the fashion of a man.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_katherine"><speaker>Katharine</speaker>
                        <l>I thank you, honest lord. Remember me</l>
                            <l>In all humility unto his highness.</l>
                            <l>Say his long trouble now is passing</l>
                            <l>Out of this world. Tell him in death I blessed him,</l>
                            <l>For so I will. Mine eyes grow dim. Farewell,</l>
                            <l>My lord. Griffith, farewell. Nay, Patience,</l>
                            <l>You must not leave me yet. I must to bed.</l>
                            <l>Call in more women. When I am dead, good wench,</l>
                            <l>Let me be used with honor. Strew me over</l>
                            <l>With maiden flowers, that all the world may know</l>
                            <l>I was a chaste wife to my grave. Embalm me</l>
                            <l>Then lay me forth, although unqueened, yet like</l>
                            <l>A queen and daughter to a king inter me.</l>
                            <l>I can no more.</l></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="exit">Exeunt leading Katherine.</stage>
                </div>
            </div>
            
            
            <div type="act" n="5" xml:id="emdH8_M_a5">
                <div type="scene" n="1" xml:id="emdH8_M_a5_s1">
                    
                    <head>5.1</head>
                    
                    <stage type="entrance">Enter Gardiner Bishop of Winchester, a Page with a Torch
                        before him, met by Sir Thomas Lovell.</stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gardiner"><speaker>Gardiner</speaker>
                        <l>It’s one a’clock boy, is’t not.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_boy"><speaker>Boy</speaker>
                        <l>It hath struck.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gardiner"><speaker>Gardiner</speaker>
                        <l>These should be hours for necessities,</l>
                            <l>Not for delights. Times to repair our nature</l>
                            <l>With comforting repose, and not for us</l>
                            <l>To waste these times. Good hour of night, Sir Thomas:</l>
                            <l>Whither so late?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_lovell"><speaker>Lovell</speaker>
                        <l>Came you from the king, my lord?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gardiner"><speaker>Gardiner</speaker>
                        <l>I did, Sir Thomas, and left him at primero</l>
                            <l>With the duke of Suffolk.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_lovell"><speaker>Lovell</speaker>
                        <l>I must to him, too,</l>
                            <l>Before he go to bed. I’ll take my leave.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gardiner"><speaker>Gardiner</speaker>
                        <l>Not yet, Sir Thomas Lovell. What’s the matter?</l>
                            <l>It seems you are in haste, and if there be</l>
                            <l>No great offence belongs to’t, give your friend</l>
                            <l>Some touch of your late businesse. Affairs that walk,</l>
                            <l>(As they say spirits do) at midnight, have</l>
                            <l>In them a wilder nature than the business</l>
                            <l>That seeks dispatch by day.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_lovell"><speaker>Lovell</speaker>
                        <l>My lord, I love you</l>
                            <l>And durst commend a secret to your ear</l>
                            <l>Much weightier than this work. The queen’s in labor:</l>
                            <l>They say in great extremity, and feared</l>
                            <l>She’ll with the labor end.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gardiner"><speaker>Gardiner</speaker>
                        <l>The fruit she goes with</l>
                            <l>I pray for heartily, that it may find</l>
                            <l>Good time and live; but for the stock, Sir Thomas,</l>
                            <l>I wish it grubbed up now.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_lovell"><speaker>Lovell</speaker>
                        <l>Methinks I could</l>
                            <l>Cry thee amen, and yet my conscience says</l>
                            <l>She’s a good creature, and sweet lady does</l>
                            <l>Deserve our better wishes.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gardiner"><speaker>Gardiner</speaker>
                        <l>But sir, sir:</l>
                            <l>Hear me Sir Thomas, y’are a gentleman</l>
                            <l>Of mine own way. I know you wise, religious,</l>
                            <l>And let me tell you it will ne’er be well:</l>
                            <l>’Twill not, Sir Thomas Lovell, take’t of me,</l>
                            <l>Till Cranmer, Cromwell, her two hands, and she</l>
                            <l>Sleep in their graves.</l></sp>
                    
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_lovell"><speaker>Lovell</speaker>
                        <l>Now sir, you speak of two</l>
                            <l>The most remarked i’th’kingdom. As for Cromwell,</l>
                            <l>Beside that of the Jewel House, is made Master</l>
                            <l>O’th’Rolls, and the king’s Secretary. Further, sir,</l>
                            <l>Stands in the gap and trade of more preferments</l>
                            <l>With which the lime will load him. Th’archbishop</l>
                            <l>Is the king’s hand and tongue, and who dare speak</l>
                            <l>One syllable against him?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gardiner"><speaker>Gardiner</speaker>
                        <l>Yes, yes, Sir Thomas,</l>
                            <l>There are that dare, and I myself have ventured</l>
                            <l>To speak my mind of him; and indeed this day</l>
                            <l>Sir (I may tell it you), I think I have
                                Incensed the lords o’th’council, that he is
                                (For so I know he is, they know he is),</l>
                            <l>A most arch-heretic, a pestilence</l>
                            <l>That does infect the land, with which they moved</l>
                            <l>Have broken with the king who hath so far</l>
                            <l>Given ear to our complaint of his great grace</l>
                            <l>And princely care, foreseeing those fell mischiefs,</l>
                            <l>Our reasons laid before him, hath commanded</l>
                            <l>Tomorrow morning to the council board</l>
                            <l>He be convented. He’s a rank weed, Sir Thomas,</l>
                            <l>And we must root him out. From your affairs</l>
                            <l>I hinder you too long. Good night, Sir Thomas.</l></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="exit">Exit Gardiner and Page.</stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_lovell"><speaker>Lovell</speaker>
                        <l>Many good nights, my lord, I rest your servant.</l></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="entrance">Enter King and Suffolk.</stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>Charles, I will play no more tonight.</l>
                            <l>My mind’s not on’t; you are too hard for me.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_suffolk"><speaker>Suffolk</speaker>
                        <l>Sir, I did never win of you before.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>But little, Charles,</l>
                            <l>Nor shall not when my fancy’s on my play.</l>
                            <l>Now Lovell, from the queen what is the news.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_lovell"><speaker>Lovell</speaker>
                        <l>I could not personally deliver to her</l>
                            <l>What you commanded me, but by her woman</l>
                            <l>I sent your message, who returned her thanks</l>
                            <l>In the great’st humbleness, and desired your highness</l>
                            <l>Most heartily to pray for her.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>What say’st thou, ha?</l>
                            <l>To pray for her? What, is she crying out?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_lovell"><speaker>Lovell</speaker>
                        <l>So said her woman, and that her suffrance made</l>
                            <l>Almost each pang a death.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>Alas, good Lady.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_suffolk"><speaker>Suffolk</speaker>
                        <l>God safely quit her of her burthen, and</l>
                            <l>With gentle travail, to the gladding of</l>
                            <l>Your highness with an heir.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>’Tis midnight, Charles.</l>
                            <l>Prithee to bed, and in thy prayers remember</l>
                            <l>Th’estate of my poor queen. Leave me alone,</l>
                            <l>For I must think of that which company</l>
                            <l>Would not be friendly to.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_suffolk"><speaker>Suffolk</speaker>
                        <l>I wish your highness</l>
                            <l>A quiet night and my good mistress will</l>
                            <l>Remember in my prayers.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>Charles, good night.</l>
                            
                            <stage type="exit">Exit Suffolk.</stage>
                            
                            <l>Well sir, what follows?</l></sp> 
                    
                    <stage type="entrance">Enter Sir Anthony Denny.</stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_denny"><speaker>Denny</speaker>
                        <l>Sir, I have brought my lord the archbishop</l>
                            <l>As you commanded me.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>Ha? Canterbury?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_denny"><speaker>Denny</speaker>
                        <l>Aye, my good lord.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>’Tis true. Where is he, Denny?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_denny"><speaker>Denny</speaker>
                        <l>He attends your highness’ pleasure.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>Bring him to us.</l></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="exit"><supplied>Denny exits</supplied></stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_lovell"><speaker>Lovell</speaker>
                        <l>This is about that which the bishop spake,</l>
                            <l>I am happily come hither.</l></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="entrance">Enter Cranmer and Denny.</stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>Avoid the gallery.</l>
                            
                            <stage type="remain">Lovell seems to stay.</stage>
                            
                            <l>Ha? I have said. Be gone.</l>
                            <l>What?</l></sp> 
                    
                    <stage type="exit">Exeunt Lovell and Denny.</stage>
                    
                    <stage type="delivery" n="aside" />
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_cranmer"><speaker>Cranmer</speaker>
                        <l>I am fearful. Wherefore frowns he thus?</l>
                            <l>’Tis his aspect of terror. All’s not well.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>How now, my lord?</l>
                            <l>You do desire to know wherefore</l>
                            <l>I sent for you.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_cranmer"><speaker>Cranmer</speaker>
                        <l>It is my duty</l>
                            <l>T’attend your highness’ pleasure.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>Pray you arise,</l>
                            <l>My good and gracious lord of Canterbury.</l>
                            <l>Come, you and I must walk a turn together;</l>
                            <l>I have news to tell you.</l>
                            <l>Come, come, give me your hand.</l>
                            <l>Ah my good lord, I grieve at what I speak,</l>
                            <l>And am right sorry to repeat what follows.</l>
                            <l>I have, and most unwillingly, of late</l>
                            <l>Heard many grievous - I do say, my lord</l>
                            <l>Grievous complaints of you, which being considered,</l>
                            <l>Have moved us and our council, that you shall</l>
                            <l>This morning come before us, where I know</l>
                            <l>You cannot with such freedom purge yourself,</l>
                            <l>But that till further trial, in those charges</l>
                            <l>Which will require your answer, you must take</l>
                            <l>Your patience to you and be well contented</l>
                            <l>To make your house our Tower. You, a brother of us,</l>
                            <l>It fits we thus proceed, or else no witness</l>
                            <l>Would come against you.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_cranmer"><speaker>Cranmer</speaker>
                        <l>I humbly thank your highness,</l>
                            <l>And am right glad to catch this good occasion</l>
                            <l>Most throughly to be winnowed, where my chaff</l>
                            <l>And corn shall fly asunder. For I know</l>
                            <l>There’s none stands under more calumnious tongues,</l>
                            <l>Than I myself, poor man.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>Stand up, good Canterbury,</l>
                            <l>Thy truth and thy integrity is rooted</l>
                            <l>In us thy friend. Give me thy hand, stand up.</l>
                            <l>Prithee, let’s walk. Now by my holydame,</l>
                            <l>What manner of man are you? My lord, I looked</l>
                            <l>You would have given me your petition, that</l>
                            <l>I should have ta’en some pains to bring together</l>
                            <l>Yourself and your accusers, and to have heard you</l>
                            <l>Without endurance further.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_cranmer"><speaker>Cranmer</speaker>
                        <l>Most dread liege,</l>
                            <l>The good I stand on is my truth and honesty.</l>
                            <l>If they shall fail, aye with mine enemies</l>
                            <l>Will triumph o’er my person, which I weigh not,</l>
                            <l>Being of those virtues vacant. I fear nothing</l>
                            <l>What can be said against me.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>Know you not</l>
                            <l>How your state stands i’th’world, with the whole world?</l>
                            <l>Your enemies are many and not small; their practices</l>
                            <l>Must bear the same proportion and not ever</l>
                            <l>The justice and the truth o’th’question carries</l>
                            <l>The dew o’th’verdict with it. At what ease</l>
                            <l>Might corrupt minds procure knaves as corrupt</l>
                            <l>To swear against you? Such things have been done.</l>
                            <l>You are potently opposed, and with a malice</l>
                            <l>Of as great size. Ween you of better luck,</l>
                            <l>I mean in perjured witness, then your master,</l>
                            <l>Whose minister you are while here he lived</l>
                            <l>Upon this naughty earth. Go to, go to,</l>
                            <l>You take a precepit for no leap of danger,</l>
                            <l>And woe your own destruction.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_cranmer"><speaker>Cranmer</speaker>
                        <l>God and your majesty</l>
                            <l>Protect mine innocence, or I fall into</l>
                            <l>The trap is laid for me.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>Be of good cheer.</l>
                            <l>They shall no more prevail than we give way to.</l>
                            <l>Keep comfort to you, and this morning see</l>
                            <l>You do appear before them. If they shall chance</l>
                            <l>In charging you with matters to commit you,</l>
                            <l>The best persuasions to the contrary</l>
                            <l>Fail not to use, and with what vehemency</l>
                            <l>Th’occasion shall instruct you. If entreaties</l>
                            <l>Will render you no remedy, this ring</l>
                            <l>Deliver them and your appeal to us</l>
                            
                            <l>There make before them. <stage type="delivery" n="aside"><supplied>Aside</supplied></stage> Look, the good man weeps.</l>
                            <l>He’s honest, on mine honor. Gods blessed mother,</l>
                            <l>I swear he is true-hearted, and a soul</l>
                            <l>None better in my kingdom. <stage type="delivery"><supplied>To Cranmer</supplied></stage>Get you gone,</l>
                            <l>And do as I have bid you.</l>
                            
                            <stage type="exit">Exit Cranmer.</stage>
                            
                            <l>He has strangled his language in his tears.</l></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="entrance">Enter Old Lady.</stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_lovell"><speaker>Lovell</speaker>
                        <l>Come back. What mean you?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_oldlady"><speaker>Old Lady</speaker>
                        <l>I’ll not come back. The tidings that I bring</l>
                            <l>Will make my boldness manners. Now good angels</l>
                            <l>Fly o’er thy royal head, and shade thy person</l>
                            <l>Under their blessed wings.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>Now, by thy looks</l>
                            <l>I guess thy message. Is the queen delivered?</l>
                            <l>Say aye, and of a boy.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_oldlady"><speaker>Old Lady</speaker>
                        <l>Aye, aye my liege,</l>
                            <l>And of a lovely boy. The god of heaven</l>
                            <l>Both now and ever bless her. ’Tis a girl</l>
                            <l>Promises boys heereafter. Sir, your queen</l>
                            <l>Desires your visitation and to be</l>
                            <l>Acquainted with this stranger. ’Tis as like you</l>
                            <l>As cherry is to cherry.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>Lovell.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_lovell"><speaker>Lovell</speaker>
                        <l>Sir.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>Give her an hundred marks.</l>
                            <l>I’ll to the queen.</l></sp>  
                    
                    <stage type="exit">Exit King.</stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_oldlady"><speaker>Old Lady</speaker>
                        <l>An hundred marks? By this light I’ll ha’ more.</l>
                            <l>An ordinary groom is for such payment.</l>
                            <l>I will have more, or scold it out of him.</l>
                            <l>Said I for this, the girl was like to him? I’ll</l>
                            <l>Have more, or else unsay’t: and now, while ’tis hot,</l>
                            <l>I’ll put it to the issue.</l></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="exit">Exit <supplied>Old</supplied> Lady.</stage>
                </div>
                
                <div type="scene" n="2" xml:id="emdH8_M_a5_s2">
                    <head>5.2</head>
                    
                    <stage type="entrance">Enter Cranmer, Archbishop of Canterbury.</stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_cranmer"><speaker>Cranmer</speaker>
                        <l>I hope I am not too late, and yet the gentleman</l>
                            <l>That was sent to me from the council prayed me</l>
                            <l>To make great haste. All fast? What meanes this, ho?</l>
                            <l>Who waits there? Sure you know me?</l></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="entrance">Enter Keeper.</stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_keeper"><speaker>Keeper</speaker>
                        <l>Yes, my lord,</l>
                            <l>But yet I cannot help you.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_cranmer"><speaker>Cranmer</speaker>
                        <l>Why?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_keeper"><speaker>Keeper</speaker>
                        <l>Your Grace must wiat till you be callled for.</l></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="entrance">Enter Doctor Butts.</stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_cranmer"><speaker>Cranmer</speaker>
                        <l>So.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_butts"><speaker>Butts</speaker>
                        <l>This is a peer of malice. I am glad</l>
                            <l>I came this way so happily. The king</l>
                            <l>Shall understand it presently.</l></sp>  
                    
                    <stage type="exit">Exit Butts</stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_cranmer"><speaker>Cranmer</speaker>
                        <l>’Tis Butts,</l>
                            <l>The king’s physician; as he passed along</l>
                            <l>How earnestly he cast his eyes upon me.</l>
                            <l>Pray heaven he sound not my disgrace, for certain</l>
                            <l>This is of purpose laid by some that hate me,</l>
                            <l>(God turn their hearts, I never sought their malice),</l>
                            <l>To quench mine honor they would shame to make me</l>
                            <l>Wait else at door: a fellow counselor</l>
                            <l>’Mong boys, grooms, and lackeys.</l>
                            <l>But their pleasures</l>
                            <l>Must be fulfilled, and I attend with patience.</l></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="entrance">Enter the King and Butts at a window 
                        above.</stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_butts"><speaker>Butts</speaker>
                        <l>I’ll show your grace the strangest sight.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>What’s that, Butts?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_butts"><speaker>Butts</speaker>
                        <l>I think your highness saw this many a day.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>Body a me: where is it?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_butts"><speaker>Butts</speaker>
                        <l>There, my lord.</l>
                            <l>The high promotion of his grace of Canterbury,</l>
                            <l>Who holds his state at door ’mongst pursuants,</l>
                            <l>Pages and footboys.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>Ha? ’Tis he indeed.</l>
                            <l>Is this the honor they do one another?</l>
                            <l>’Tis well there’s one above ’em yet. I had thought</l>
                            <l>They had parted so much honesty among ’em,</l>
                            <l>At least good manners, as not thus to suffer</l>
                            <l>A man of his place, and so near our favor</l>
                            <l>To dance attendance on their lordships’ pleasures.</l>
                            <l>And at the door, too, like a post with packets</l>
                            <l>By holy Mary, Butts, there’s knavery.</l>
                            <l>Let ’em alone and draw the curtain close:</l>
                            <l>We shall hear more anon.</l></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="entrance">A council table brought in with chairs and stools, and 
                        placed under the state. Enter Lord Chancellor, places 
                        himself at the upper end of the table on the left hand. A 
                        seat being left void above him, as for Canterbury’s seat. 
                        Duke of Suffolk, Duke of Norfolk, Surrey, Lord 
                        Chamberlain, Gardiner, seat themselves in order on each side. 
                        Cromwell at lower end, as secretary.</stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_chancellor"><speaker>Chancellor</speaker>
                        <l>Speak to the business, master secretary;</l>
                            <l>Why are we met in council?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_cromwell"><speaker>Cromwell</speaker>
                        <l>Please your honors,</l>
                            <l>The chief cause concerns his grace of Canterbury.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gardiner"><speaker>Gardiner</speaker>
                        <l>Has he had knowledge of it?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_cromwell"><speaker>Cromwell</speaker>
                        <l>Yes.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_norfolk"><speaker>Norfolk</speaker>
                        <l>Who waits there?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_keeper"><speaker>Keeper</speaker>
                        <l>Without my noble Lords?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gardiner"><speaker>Gardiner</speaker>
                        <l>Yes.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_keeper"><speaker>Keeper</speaker>
                        <l>My lord archbishop.</l>
                            <l>And has done half an hour to know your pleasures.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_chancellor"><speaker>Chancellor</speaker>
                        <l>Let him come in.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_keeper"><speaker>Keeper</speaker>
                        <l>Your grace may enter now.</l></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="business">Cranmer approches the council table.</stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_chancellor"><speaker>Chancellor</speaker>
                        <l>My good lord archbishop, I’m very sorry</l>
                            <l>To sit here at this present and behold</l>
                            <l>That chair stand empty. But we all are men</l>
                            <l>In our own natures frail and capable</l>
                            <l>Of our flesh; few are angels. Out of which frailty</l>
                            <l>And want of wisdom you that best should teach us,</l>
                            <l>Have misdemeaned yourself, and not a little:</l>
                            <l>Toward the king first, then his laws, in filling</l>
                            <l>The whole realm by your teaching &amp; your chaplains</l>
                            <l>(For so we are informed), with new opinions</l>
                            <l>Diverse and dangerous, which are heresies,</l>
                            <l>And not reformed may prove pernicious.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gardiner"><speaker>Gardiner</speaker>
                        <l>Which reformation must be sudden, too,</l>
                            <l>My noble lords, for those that tame wild horses</l>
                            <l>Pace ’em not in their hands to make ’em gentle,</l>
                            <l>But stop their mouths with stubborn bits &amp;, spur ’em,</l>
                            <l>Till they obey the mannage. If we suffer</l>
                            <l>Out of our easiness and childish pity</l>
                            <l>To one man’s honor, this contagious sickness,</l>
                            <l>Farewell all physick. And what follows then?</l>
                            <l>Commotions, vapors, with a general taint</l>
                            <l>Of the whole state, as of late days our neighbors,</l>
                            <l>The upper Germany can dearly witness,</l>
                            <l>Yet freshly pitied in our memories.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_cranmer"><speaker>Cranmer</speaker>
                        <l>My good lords, hitherto, in all the progress</l>
                            <l>Both of my life and office, I have labored,</l>
                            <l>And with no little study, that my teaching</l>
                            <l>And the strong course of my authority</l>
                            <l>Might go one way and safely, and the end</l>
                            <l>Was ever to do well. Mor is there living,</l>
                            <l>(I speak it with a single heart, my lords),</l>
                            <l>A man that more detests, more stirs against,</l>
                            <l>Both in his private conscience and his place,</l>
                            <l>Defacers of a public peace than I do.</l>
                            <l>Pray heaven the king may never find a heart</l>
                            <l>With less allegiance in it. Men that make</l>
                            <l>Envy and crooked malice nourishment,</l>
                            <l>Dare bite the best. I do beseech your lordships</l>
                            <l>That in this case of justice my accusers,</l>
                            <l>Be what they will, may stand forth face to face</l>
                            <l>And freely urge against me.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_suffolk"><speaker>Suffolk</speaker>
                        <l>Nay my lord,</l>
                            <l>That cannot be. You are a councillor,</l>
                            <l>And by that virture no man dare accuse you.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gardiner"><speaker>Gardiner</speaker>
                        <l>My lord, because we have business of more moment</l>
                            <l>We will be short with you. ’Tis his highness’ pleasure</l>
                            <l>And our consent for better trial of you,</l>
                            <l>From hence you be committed to the Tower,</l>
                            <l>Where being but a private man again,</l>
                            <l>You shall know many dare accuse you boldly,</l>
                            <l>More than (I fear), you are provided for.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_cranmer"><speaker>Cranmer</speaker>
                        <l>Ah, my good lord of Winchester, I thank you.</l>
                            <l>You are always my good friend. If your will pass</l>
                            <l>I shall both find your lordship judge and juror;</l>
                            <l>You are so merciful. I see your end,</l>
                            <l>’Tis my undoing. Love and meekness, lord,</l>
                            <l>Become a church man better then ambition.</l>
                            <l>Win straying souls with modesty again;</l>
                            <l>Cast none away. That I shall clear myself,</l>
                            <l>Lay all the weight ye can upon my patience.</l>
                            <l>I make as little doubt as you do conscience</l>
                            <l>In doing daily wrongs. I could say more,</l>
                            <l>But reverence to your calling makes me modest.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gardiner"><speaker>Gardiner</speaker>
                        <l>My lord, my lord, you are a sectary;</l>
                            <l>That’s the plain truth. Your painted gloss discovers</l>
                            <l>To men that understand you words and weakness.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_cromwell"><speaker>Cromwell</speaker>
                        <l>My lord of Winchester, y’are a little</l>
                            <l>By your good favor too sharp. Men so noble,</l>
                            <l>However faultily, yet should find respect</l>
                            <l>For what they have been. ’Tis a cruelty</l>
                            <l>To load a falling man.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gardiner"><speaker>Gardiner</speaker>
                        <l>Good master secretary,</l>
                            <l>I cry your honor mercy. You may worst</l>
                            <l>Of all this table say so.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_cromwell"><speaker>Cromwell</speaker>
                        <l>Why, my lord?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gardiner"><speaker>Gardiner</speaker>
                        <l>Do not I know you for a favorer</l>
                            <l>Of this new sect? Ye are not sound.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_cromwell"><speaker>Cromwell</speaker>
                        <l>Not sound?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gardiner"><speaker>Gardiner</speaker>
                        <l>Not sound, I say.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_cromwell"><speaker>Cromwell</speaker>
                        <l>Would you were half so honest.</l>
                            <l>Mens’ prayers then would seek you, not their fears.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gardiner"><speaker>Gardiner</speaker>
                        <l>I shall remember this bold language.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_cromwell"><speaker>Cromwell</speaker>
                        <l>Do.</l>
                            <l>Remember your bold life, too.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_chamberlain"><speaker>Chamberlain</speaker>
                        <l>This is too much.</l>
                            <l>Forbear for shame, my lords.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gardiner"><speaker>Gardiner</speaker>
                        <l>I have done.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_cromwell"><speaker>Cromwell</speaker>
                        <l>And I.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_chamberlain"><speaker>Chamberlain</speaker>
                        <l>Then thus for you, my lord; it stands agreed,</l>
                            <l>I take it, by all voices: that forthwith</l>
                            <l>You be conveyed to th’Tower a prisoner,</l>
                            <l>There to remain till the king’s further pleasure</l>
                            <l>Be known unto us. Are you all agreed, lords?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="spkr:other"><speaker>All</speaker>
                        <l>We are.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_cranmer"><speaker>Cranmer</speaker>
                        <l>Is there no other way of mercy</l>
                            <l>But I must needs to th’Tower, my lords?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gardiner"><speaker>Gardiner</speaker>
                        <l>What other</l>
                            <l>Would you expect? You are strangely troublesome.</l>
                            <l>Let some o’th’guard be ready there.</l></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="entrance">Enter the Guard.</stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_cranmer"><speaker>Cranmer</speaker>
                        <l>For me?</l>
                            <l>Must I go like a traitor thither?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gardiner"><speaker>Gardiner</speaker>
                        <l>Receive him,</l>
                            <l>And see him safe i’th’Tower.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_cranmer"><speaker>Cranmer</speaker>
                        <l>Stay, good my lords,</l>
                            <l>I have a little yet to say. Look there, my lords.</l>
                            <l>By virtue of that ring I take my cause</l>
                            <l>Out of the grips of cruel men and give it</l>
                            <l>To a most noble judge: the king, my master.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_chamberlain"><speaker>Chamberlain</speaker>
                        <l>This is the king’s ring.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_surrey"><speaker>Surrey</speaker>
                        <l>’Tis no counterfeit.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_suffolk"><speaker>Suffolk</speaker>
                        <l>’Tis the right ring, by heaven. I told ye all</l>
                            <l>When we first put this dangerous stone a rolling</l>
                            <l>’Twould fall upon ourselves.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_norfolk"><speaker>Norfolk</speaker>
                        <l>Do you think, my lords,</l>
                            <l>The king will suffer but the little finger</l>
                            <l>Of this man to be vexed?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_chamberlain"><speaker>Chamberlain</speaker>
                        <l>’Tis now too certain.</l>
                            <l>How much more is his life in value with him?</l>
                            <l>Would I were fairly out on’t.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_cromwell"><speaker>Cromwell</speaker>
                        <l>My mind gave me,</l>
                            <l>In seeking tales and informations</l>
                            <l>Against this man, whose honesty the devil</l>
                            <l>And his disciples only envy at,</l>
                            <l>Ye blew the fire that burns ye. Now have at ye.</l></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="entrance">Enter King frowning on them, takes his seat.</stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gardiner"><speaker>Gardiner</speaker>
                        <l>Dread soverign,</l>
                            <l>How much are we bound to heaven</l>
                            <l>In daily thanks that gave is such a prince</l>
                            <l>Not only good and wise but most religious.</l>
                            <l>One that in all obedience makes the church</l>
                            <l>The chief aim of his honor, and to strengthen</l>
                            <l>That holy duty out of dear respect,</l>
                            <l>His royal self in judgement comes to hear</l>
                            <l>The cause betwixt her and this great offender.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>You were ever good at sudden commendations,</l>
                            <l>Bishop of Winchester. But know I come not</l>
                            <l>To hear such flattery now, and in my presence</l>
                            <l>They are too thin and base to hide offences,</l>
                            <l>To me you cannot reach. You play the spaniel,</l>
                            <l>And think with wagging of your tongue to win me.</l>
                            <l>But whatsoe’er thou tak’st me for, I’m sure</l>
                            <l>Thou hast a cruel mature and a bloody.</l>
                            <l>Good man sit down. Now let me see the proudest</l>
                            <l>He that dares most but wag his finger at thee.</l>
                            <l>By all that’s holy he had better starve</l>
                            <l>Than but once think his place becomes thee not.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_surrey"><speaker>Surrey</speaker>
                        <l>May it please your grace ... </l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>No, sir, it does not please me.</l>
                            <l>I had thought I had had men of some understanding</l>
                            <l>And wisdom of my council, but I find none.</l>
                            <l>Was it discretion, lords, to let this man,</l>
                            <l>This good man (few of you deserve that title),</l>
                            <l>This honest man wait like a lousy foot boy</l>
                            <l>At chamber door? And one as great as you are?</l>
                            <l>Why, what a shame was this? Did my commission</l>
                            <l>Bid ye so far forget yourselves? I gave ye</l>
                            <l>Power as he was a councillor to try him,</l>
                            <l>Not as a groom. There’s some of ye, I see,</l>
                            <l>More out of malice than integrity,</l>
                            <l>Would try him to the utmost had ye mean,</l>
                            <l>Which ye shall never have while I live.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_chancellor"><speaker>Chancellor</speaker>
                        <l>Thus far,</l>
                            <l>My most dread sovereign, may it like your grace</l>
                            <l>To let my tongue excuse all. What was purposed</l>
                            <l>Concerning his imprisonment was rather</l>
                            <l>(If there be faith in men), meant for his trial</l>
                            <l>And fair purgation to the world than malice,</l>
                            <l>I’m sure in me.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>Well, well, my lords; respect him.</l>
                            <l>Take him and use him well; he’s worthy of it.</l>
                            <l>I will say thus much for him: if a prince</l>
                            <l>May be beholding to a subject, I</l>
                            <l>Am for his love and service so to him.</l>
                            <l>Make me no more ado but all embrace him.</l>
                            <l>Be friends for shame, my lords. My lord of Canterbury,</l>
                            <l>I have a suit which you must not deny me:</l>
                            <l>That is, a fair young maid that yet wants baptism.</l>
                            <l>You must be godfather and answer for her.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_cranmer"><speaker>Cranmer</speaker>
                        <l>The greatest monarch now alive may glory</l>
                            <l>In such an honor. Jow may I deserve it</l>
                            <l>That am a poor and humble subject to you?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>Come come, my lord, you’d spare your spoons.</l>
                            <l>You shall have two noble partners with you: the old</l>
                            <l>Duchess of Norfolk and lady Marquesse Dorset. Will</l>
                            <l>These please you?</l>
                            <l>Once more, my lord of Winchester, I charge you</l>
                            <l>Embrace and love this man.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_gardiner"><speaker>Gardiner</speaker>
                        <l>With a true heart</l>
                            <l>And brother love I do it.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_cranmer"><speaker>Cranmer</speaker>
                        <l>And let heaven</l>
                            <l>Witness how dear I hold this confirmation.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>Good man, those joyful tears show thy true hearts.</l>
                            <l>The common voice I see is verified</l>
                            <l>Of thee, which says thus: Do my lord of Canterbury</l>
                            <l>A shrewd turn and he’s your friend forever.</l>
                            <l>Come lords, we trifle time away. I long</l>
                            <l>To have this young one made a Christian.</l>
                            <l>As I have made ye one lords, one remain.</l>
                            <l>So I grow stronger, you more honor gain.</l></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
                    
                </div>
                
                <div type="scene" n="3" xml:id="emdH8_M_a5_s3">
                    <head>5.3</head>
                    
                    <stage type="business">Noise and tumult within. Enter Porter and 
                        his man.</stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_porter"><speaker>Porter</speaker>
                        <p>You’ll leave your noise anon, ye rascals. Do 
                            you take the court for parish garden, ye rude slaves?
                            Leave your gaping.</p></sp>
                    
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_man"><speaker>One</speaker>
                        <p>Good Master Porter, I belong to th’larder.</p></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_porter"><speaker>Porter</speaker>
                        <p>Belong to th’gallows, and be hanged, ye rogue! 
                            Is this a place to roar in? Fetch me a dozen crab tree 
                            staves, and strong ones; these are but switches to ’em. 
                            I’ll scratch your heads; you must be seeing christenings? 
                            Do you look for ale and cakes here, you rude 
                            rascals?</p></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_man"><speaker>Man</speaker>
                        <p>Pray, sir, be patient. ’Tis as much impossible, 
                            Unless we sweep ’em from the door with cannons, 
                            To scatter ’em, as ’tis to make ’em sleep 
                            On May-day morning, which will never be. 
                            We may as well push against Paul’s as stir ’em.</p></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_porter"><speaker>Porter</speaker>
                        <p>How got they in, and be hanged?</p></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_man"><speaker>Man</speaker>
                        <p>Alas I know not; how gets the tide in? 
                            As much as one sound cudgel of four foot 
                            (You see the poor remainder), could distribute, 
                            I made no spare, sir.</p></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_porter"><speaker>Porter</speaker>
                        <p>You did nothing, sir.</p></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_man"><speaker>Man</speaker>
                        <p>I am not Sampson, nor Sir Guy, nor Colebrand, 
                            To mow ’em down before me. But if I spared any 
                            That had a head to hit, either young or old, 
                            He or she, cuckold or cuckold-maker; 
                            Let me ne’er hope to see a chine again, 
                            And that I would not for a cow, God save her.</p></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_man"><speaker>One</speaker>
                        <p>Do you hear, Master Porter?</p></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_porter"><speaker>Porter</speaker>
                        <p>I shall be with you presently, good Master Puppy; 
                            Keep the door closed, sirrah.</p></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_man"><speaker>Man</speaker>
                        <p>What would you have me do?</p></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_porter"><speaker>Porter</speaker>
                        <p>What should you do, 
                            But knock ’em down by th’dozens? Is this Moorfields 
                            to muster in? Or have we some strange Indian with the 
                            great tool come to court, the women so besiege us? 
                            Bless me, what a fry of fornication is at door? On my 
                            Christian conscience, this one christening will beget a 
                            thousand, here will be father, godfather, and all 
                            together. </p></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_man"><speaker>Man</speaker>
                        <p>The spoons will be the bigger, sir. There is 
                            a fellow somewhat near the door, he should be a 
                            brazier by his face, for o’ my conscience twenty of the 
                            dog days now reign in’s nose; all that stand about him are 
                            under the line, they need no other penance. That 
                            fire drake did I hit three times on the head, and three times 
                            was his nose discharged against me; he stands there 
                            like a mortar piece to blow us. There was a 
                            haberdasher’s wife of small wit near him that railed upon me, 
                            till her pincked porrenger fell off her head for kindling; 
                            such a combustion in the state. I missed the meteor once 
                            and hit that woman who cried out clubs when I 
                            might see from far, some forty truncheoners draw to 
                            her succour, which were the hope o’th’Strand where she 
                            was quartered; they fell on, I made good my place; at 
                            length they came to th’broom staff to me, I defied ’em 
                            still, when suddenly a file of boys behind ’em, loose shot, 
                            delivered such a shower of pebbles that I was fain to 
                            draw mine honor in and let ’em win the work, the 
                            Devil was amongst ’em, I think, surely.</p></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_porter"><speaker>Porter</speaker>
                        <p>These are the youths that thunder at a playhouse, 
                            and fight for bitten apples, that no audience but the 
                            tribulation of Tower Hill, or the Limbs of Limehouse, 
                            their dear brothers are able to endure. I have some of 
                            ’em in <foreign xml:lang="la">Limbo Patrum</foreign>, and there they are like to dance 
                            these three days. Besides the running banquet of two 
                            beadles, that is to come.</p></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="entrance">Enter Lord Chamberlain.</stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_chamberlain"><speaker>Chamberlain</speaker>
                        <p>Mercy o’ me: what a multitude are here? 
                            They grow still, too; from all parts they are comming, 
                            As if we kept a fair here? Where are these porters? 
                            These lazy knaves? Y’have made a fine hand, fellows? 
                            There’s a trim rabble let in. Are all these 
                            Your faithful friends o’th’suburbs? We shall have 
                            Great store of room, no doubt, left for the ladies 
                            When they pass back from the christening.</p></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_porter"><speaker>Porter</speaker>
                        <p>And’t please your honor, 
                            We are but men, and what so many may do, 
                            Not being torn a pieces, we have done. 
                            An Army cannot rule ’em.</p></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_chamberlain"><speaker>Chamberlain</speaker>
                        <p>As I live, 
                            If the King blame me for’t, I’ll lay ye all 
                            By th’heels and suddenly. And on your heads 
                            Clap round fines for neglect. Y’are lazy knaves, 
                            And here ye lie baiting of bombards, when 
                            Ye should do service. Hark, the trumpets sound. 
                            Th’are come already from the christening; 
                            Go break among the press and find a way out 
                            To let the troop pass fairly, or I’ll find 
                            A marshalsea shall hold ye play these two months.</p></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_porter"><speaker>Porter</speaker>
                        <p>Make way there, for the princess.</p></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_man"><speaker>Man</speaker>
                        <p>You great fellow: 
                            Stand close up, or I’ll make your head ache.</p></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_porter"><speaker>Porter</speaker>
                        <p>You i’th’chamblet, get up o’th’rail; 
                            I’ll peck you o’er the pales, else.</p></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
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                <div type="scene" n="4" xml:id="emdH8_M_a5_s4">
                    <head>5.4</head>
                    
                    <stage type="business">Enter trumpets sounding: Then two aldermen, Lord Mayor, 
                        Garter, Cranmer, Duke of Norfolk with his marshal’s 
                            staff, Duke of Suffolk, two noblemen, bearing great 
                        standing bowls for the christening gifts. Then four 
                        noblemen bearing a canopy, under which the Duchess of 
                        Norfolk, godmother, bearing the child richly habited in 
                        a mantle, &amp; traine borne by a lady. Then follows 
                        the Marchioness Dorset, the other godmother, and 
                        ladies. The Troop pass once about the stage, and 
                        Garter speaks.</stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_garter"><speaker>Garter</speaker>
                        <l>Heaven </l>
                            <l>From thy endless goodness, send prosperous life, </l>
                            <l>Long and ever happy, to the high and mighty </l>
                            <l>Princess of England, Elizabeth.</l></sp>
                    
                    <stage type="entrance">Flourish. Enter King and guard.</stage>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_cranmer"><speaker>Cranmer</speaker>
                        <l>And to your royal grace and the good queen, </l>
                            <l>My noble partners and myself thus pray </l>
                            <l>All comfort, joy in this most gracious lady, </l>
                            <l>Heaven ever laid up to make parents happy,</l>
                            <l>May hourly fall upon ye.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>Thank you, good lord archbishop.</l> 
                            <l>What is her name?</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_cranmer"><speaker>Cranmer</speaker>
                        <l>Elizabeth.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>Stand up, lord;</l> 
                            <l>With this kiss take my blessing. God protect thee,</l> 
                            <l>Into whose hand I give thy life.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_cranmer"><speaker>Cranmer</speaker>
                        <l>Amen.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>My noble gossips, y’have been too prodigal; </l>
                            <l>I thank ye heartily. So shall this lady </l>
                            <l>When she has so much English.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_cranmer"><speaker>Cranmer</speaker>
                        <l>Let me speak, sir,</l>
                            <l>For heaven now bids me; and the words I utter</l>
                            <l>Let none think flattery; for they’ll find ’em truth.</l>
                            <l>This royal infant heaven still move about her,</l>
                            <l>Though in her cradle, yet now promises</l>
                            <l>Upon this land a thousand thousand blessings,</l>
                            <l>Which time shall bring to ripeness. She shall be</l>
                            <l>(But few now living can behold that goodness),</l>
                            <l>A pattern to all princes living with her,</l>
                            <l>And all that shall succeed. Saba was never</l>
                            <l>More covetous of wisdom, and fair virtue</l>
                            <l>Than this pure soul shall be. All princely graces</l>
                            <l>That mold up such a mighty piece as this is,</l>
                            <l>With all the virtues that attend the good,</l>
                            <l>Shall still be doubled on her. Truth shall nurse her,</l>
                            <l>Holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her.</l>
                            <l>She shall be loved and feared. Her own shall bless her;</l>
                            <l>Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn,</l>
                            <l>And hang their heads with sorrow.</l>
                            <l>Good grows with her.</l>
                            <l>In her days every man shall eat in safety</l>
                            <l>Under his own vine what he plants; and sing</l>
                            <l>The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours.</l>
                            <l>God shall be truly known and those about her</l>
                            <l>From her shall read the perfect way of honor,</l>
                            <l>And by those claim their greatness; not by blood.</l>
                            <l>Nor shall this peace sleep with her. But as when</l>
                            <l>The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phoenix,</l>
                            <l>Her ashes new create another heir,</l>
                            <l>As great in admiration as herself.</l>
                            <l>So shall she leave her blessedness to one</l>
                            <l>(When heaven shal call her from this cloud of darkness),</l>
                            <l>Who, from the sacred ashes of her honor</l>
                            <l>Shall star-like rise, as great in fame as she was,</l>
                            <l>And so stand fixed. Peace, plenty, love, truth, terror,</l>
                            <l>That were the servants to this chosen infant,</l>
                            <l>Shall then be his, and like a vine grow to him;</l>
                            <l>Wherever the bright sun of heaven shall shine,</l>
                            <l>His honor and the greatness of his name</l>
                            <l>Shall be, and make new nations. He shall flourish,</l>
                            <l>And like a mountain cedar reach his branches</l>
                            <l>To all the plains about him. Our children’s children</l>
                            <l>Shall see this, and bless heaven.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>Thou speakest wonders.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_cranmer"><speaker>Cranmer</speaker>
                        <l>She shall be to the happiness of England</l>
                            <l>An aged princess; many days shall see her,</l>
                            <l>And yet no day without a deed to crown it.</l>
                            <l>Would I had known no more. But she must die,</l>
                            <l>She must, the saints must have her; yet a virgin,</l>
                            <l>A most unspotted lily shall she pass</l>
                            <l>To th’ground, and all the world shall mourn her.</l></sp>
                    
                    <sp who="#emdH8_M_henry"><speaker>King Henry</speaker>
                        <l>O, lord Archbishop</l>
                            <l>Thou hast made me now a man, never before</l>
                            <l>This happy child did I get any thing.</l>
                            <l>This oracle of comfort has so pleased me</l>
                            <l>That when I am in heaven I shall desire</l>
                            <l>To see what this child does and praise my maker.</l>
                            <l>I thank ye all. To you, my good lord mayor,</l>
                            <l>And you good brethren, I am much beholding.</l>
                            <l>I have received much honor by your presence,</l>
                            <l>And ye shall find me thankful. Lead the way, lords.</l>
                            <l>Ye must all see the queen, and she must thank ye;</l>
                            <l>She will be sick else. This day, no man think</l>
                            <l>Has business at his house; for all shall stay:</l>
                            <l>This little one shall make it holiday.</l> </sp>
                    
                    <stage type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
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                    <head>THE EPILOGUE.</head>
                    
                    <sp who="spkr:other" xml:id="emdH8_M_epilogue_sp1"><speaker>Epilogue</speaker>
                        <l>’Tis ten to one, this play can never please</l>
                            <l>All that are here. Some come to take their ease</l>
                            <l>And sleep an act or two; but those we fear</l>
                            <l>W’have frighted with our trumpets. So ’tis clear,</l>
                            <l>They’ll say ’tis naught. Others, to hear the City</l>
                            <l>Abused extremely, and to cry ’that’s witty’,</l>
                            <l>Which we have not done neither; that, I fear,</l>
                            <l>All the expected good w’are like to hear.</l>
                            <l>For this play at this time is only in</l>
                            <l>The merciful construction of good women,</l>
                            <l>For such a one we showed ’em. If they smile</l>
                            <l>And say twill do, I know within a while</l>
                            <l>All the best men are ours; for ’tis ill hap,</l>
                            <l>If they hold, when their ladies bid ’em clap.</l></sp>
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