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Will make my boldness manners. Now, good, Is this the honour they do one another? angels
'Tis well, there's one above them yet. I had Fiy o'er thy royal head, and shade thy person
thought, Uuder their blessed wings!
They had parted so much honesty among them, K. Hen. Now, by thy looks
(At least, good manners,) as not thus to suffer I guess thy message. Is the queen deliver’d? A man of his place, and so near our favour, Say, ay; and of a boy.
To dance attendance on their lordships' pleaLady. Ay, ay, my liege;
sures, And of a lovely boy: The God of heaven And at the door too, like a post with packets. Both now and ever bless her !-'tis a girl, By holy Mary, Butts, there's knavery: Promises boys hereafter. Sir, your queen Let them alone, and draw the curtain close ; Desires your visitation, and to be
We shall hear more apon.
[Exeunt. Acquainted with this stranger; 'tis as like you, As cherry is to cherry.
THE COUNCIL-CHAMBER. K. Hen. Lovell,
Enter the Lord CHANCELLOR, the Duke of SUF. Enter LOVELL.
FOLK, Earl of SURREY, Lord CHAMBERLAIN, Lov. Sir.
GARDINER, und CROMWELL. The Chancellor K, Hen. Give her a hundred marks. I'll to places himself at the upper end of the table or
(Exit King. the left hand ; a seat being left toid abore him, Lady. A hundred marks ! By this ligbt, as for the Archbishop of CANTERBURY. The I'll have more.
gest seat themselves in order on each side. An ordinary groom is for such payment.
CROMWELL at the lower end, as secretary. I will have more, or scold it out of him. Said I for this, the girl is like to him?
Chan. Speak to the business, master secreI will have more, or else unsay't; and now
Why are we met in council!
(tary : While it is hot, I'll put it to the issue.
Crom. Please your honours, fbury. [Exeunt.
The chief cause concerns his grace of Canter
Gar. Has he had knowledge of it? SCENEII.-Lobby before the Council-Chamber. Crom. Yes.
Nor. Who waits there? Enter CRANMER; SERVANTS, DOOR-KEEPER, D. Keep. Without, my noble lords ? 8c. attending:
Gar. Yes. Cran. I hope, I am not too late; and yet the D. Keep. My lord archbishop; gentleman,
[me And has done half an hour, to know your That was sent to me from the council, pray'd
pleasures. To make great haste. All fast? what means Chan. "Let bim come in. this ?-Hoa!
D. Keep. Your grace may enter now. Who waits there?-Sure, you know me?
(CRANMER approuches the Council-table. D. Keep. Yes, iny lord;
Chan. My good lord archbishop, I am very But yet I cannot help you.
sorry Cran. Why?
To sit here at this present, and behold D. Keep. Your grace must wait, till you be That chair stand empty : But we all are men, call'd for.
In our own natures frail; and capable
Of our flesh, few are angels : out of which
frailty, Cran, So.
And want of wisdom, you, that best should Butts. This is a piece of malice. I am glad,
teach us, I came this way so happily : The king Shall understand it presently. [Exit Butts. Toward the king first, then his laws, in filling
Have misdemean’d yourself, and not a little, Cran. (Aside.) 'Tis Butts,
The whole realm by your teaching, and your The king's physician; As he past along,
chaplains, How earnestly he cast his eyes upon me! (For so we are ivform’d,) with new opinions, Pray heaven, he sound not iny disgrace! For Divers, and dangerous ;' which are heresies, certain,
And, not reform'd, may prove pernicious. This is of purpose laid, by some that hate me,
Gar. Which reformation must be sudden too, (God turn their hearts! I never sought their My noble lords: for those, that laine wild malice,)
[gentle; To quench mine honour: they would shame Pace them not in their hands to make them to make me
But stop their months with stubborn bits, and Wait else at door; a fellow counsellor,
spur them, Among boys, grooms, and lackeys. But their Till they obey the manage. If we suffer pleasures
(Out of our easiness, and childish pity Must be fulfill'd, and I attend with patience. To one man's honour) this contagious sickness, Enter at a window above, the King and Burts. Farewell, all physic? And what follows then?
Commotions, uproars, with a general taint Butts. I'll show your grace the strangest Orthe whole state: as, of late days, our neighsight,
bours, K. Hen. What's that, Butts ?
The upper Germany, can dearly witness, Butts. I think, your highness saw this many Yet freshly pitied in our memories. a day.
Cran. My good lords, hitherto, in all the K. Hen. Body o'me, where is it?
progress Butts. There, my lord :
[bury; Both of my life and office, I have labour'd, The high promotion of his grace of Canter. And with no little study, that my teaching, Who holds his state at door, 'mongst pursui- | And the strong course of my authority, Pages, and footboys.
(vants, Might go one way, and safely; and the end K, Hen. Ha! "Íis lie, indeed :
Was ever, to do well: nor is there living
(I speak it with a single heart,* my lords,) Gar. What other
Gar. Receive him,
I have a little yet to say. Look there, my lords ; Sup. Nay, my lord,
By virtue of that ring, I take my cause That cannot be; you are a counsellor,
Out of the gripes of cruel men, and give it And, by that virtue, no man dare accuse you.
To a most noble judge, the king my master. Gar. My lord, because we have business of Cham. This is the king's ring. more moment,
Sur. "Tis no counterfeit. We will be short with you. 'Tis his highness' Suf. 'Tis the right ring, by heaven: I tola pleasure,
Nor. Do you think, my lords,
(pass, How much more is his life in value with him? You are always my good friend; if your will 'Would I were fairly out on't. I shall both find your lordship judge and juror,
Crom. My mind gave me, You are so merciful: I see your end,
In seeking tales, and informations, 'Tis my undoing: Love, and meekness, lord, Against this man, (whose honesty the devil Become a churchman better than ambition;
And his disciples only envy at,). Win straying souls with modesty again, Ye blew the fire that burns ye: Now have at ye. Cast none away. That I shall clear myself, Lay all the weight ye can upon my patience, Enter King, frowning on them; takes his scut. I make as little doubt, as you do conscience, In doing daily wrongs. I could say more,
Gar. Dread sovereign, how much are we But reverence to your calling makes me mo
bound to heaven dest.
In daily thanks, that gave us such a prince; Gar. My lord, my lord, you are a sectary,
Not only good and wise, but most religious : That's the plain truth; your painted gloss dis- One that, in all obedience, makes the church covers,
The chief aim of his honour; and, to strengthen To men that understand you, words and weak. That holy duty, out of dear respect, Crom. My lord of Winchester, you are a lit- His royal self in judgement comes to hear tle,
The cause betwixt her and this great offender. By you good favour, too sharp; men so noble,
K. Hen. You were ever good at sudden com. However faulty, yet should find respect
mendations, For what they have been: 'tis a cruelty,
Bishop of Winchester. But know, I come not To load a falling man.
To hear such fattery now, and in my presence; Gar. Good master secretary,
They are too thin and base to hide offences. I cry your honour mercy; you may, worst
To me you cannot reach, you play the spaniel, Or all this table, say so.
And think with wagging of your tongue to win Crom. Why, my lord ?
me; Gar. Do not I know you for a favourer
But, whatsoe'er thou tak'st me for, I am sure, Of this new sect? ye are not sound.
Thou hast a cruel nature, and a bloody:Crom. Not sound?
Good man, [To CRANMER.) sit down. Now let Gar. Not sound, I say.
me see the proudest Crom. 'Would you were half so honest!
He, that dares most, but wag his finger at thee: Men's prayers then would seek you, not their By all that's holy, he had better starve, fears.
Than but once think his place becomes thee Gar. I shall remember this bold language.
not. Crom. Do.
Sur. May it please your grace, Remember your bold life too.
K. Hen. No, Sir, it does not please me. Chan. This is too much;
I had thought, I had had men of some underForbear, for shame, my lords.
standing Gar. I have done.
And wisdom, of my council; but I find none. Crom. And I.
Was it discretion, lords, to let this man, Chan. Then thus for you, my lord,-It This good man, (few of you deserve that title) stands agreed,
This honest man, wait like a lowsy footboy I take it, by all voices, that forthwith
At chamber door? and one as great as you are? You be convey'd to the Tower a prisoner;
Why, what a shame was this? Did my comThere to remain, till the king's further pleasure
mission Be known unto us : Are you all
agreed, lords? Bid ye so far forget yourselves? I gave ye AU. We are.
Power as he was a counsellor to try him, Cran. Is there no other way of mercy,
Not as a groom; There's some of ye, I see, But I must needs to the Tower, my lords?
More out of malice than integrity,
Would try him to the utmost, had ye mean; * 4 In zinglences of heart.” Acts ii. 46. Which ye shall never have, while I live.
Chan. Thus far,
Port. You did nothing, Sir. My most dread sovereign, may it like your Man. I am not Samson, nor Sir Guy, nor grace
(pos'a Colbrand,* to mow them down before me: but, To let my tongue excuse all. What was pur- If I spared any, that had a head to hit, either Concerning his imprisonment, was rather young or old, he or she, cuckold or cuckold(If there be faith in men,) meant for his trial, maker, let me never hope to see a chine again; And fair purgation to the world, than malice; and that I would not for a cow, God save her.. I am sure, in me.
Within.) Do you hear, master Porter? K. Hen. Well, well, my lords, respect him; Port. I shall be with you presently, good Take bim, and use him well, he's worthy of it. master puppy.-Keep the door close, Sirrah. I will say thus much for him, If a prince Mun. What would you have me do? May be beholden to a subject, I
Port. What should you do, but knock them Am, for his love and service, so to him. down by the dozens? Is this Moorfields to Make me no more ado, but all embrace him ; muster in? or have we some strange Indian Be friends, for shame, my lords.-My lord of with the great tool come to court, the women so Canterbury,
besiege us? Bless me, what a fry of fornication I have a suit which you must not deny me; is at door! On my Christian conscience, this This is, a fair young maid that yet wants bap- one christening will beget a thousand; here tism,
will be father, godfather, and all together. You must be godfather, and answer for her. Man. The spoons will be the bigger, Sir. Cran. The greatest monarch now alive may There is a fellow somewhat near the door, he glory
should be a brazier by his face, for, o' my conIn such an honour; How may I deserve it, science, twenty of the dog-days now reign in's That am a poor and humble subject to you? nose; all that stand about him are under the K. Hen. "Come, come, my lord, you'd spare line, they need no other penance: That fire,
your spoons;* you shall have drake did I hit three times on the head, and Two noble partners with you; the old duchess three times was his nose discharged against of Norfolk,
(you ? me; he stands there, like a mortar-piece, to And lady marquis Dorset ; Will these please blow us. There was a haberdasher's wife of Once more, my lord of Winchester, I charge small wit near him, that railed upon me till Embrace, and love this man.
[you, her pink'd porringert fell off her head, for Gar. With a true heart,
kindling such a combustion in the state. I And brother-love, I do it.
miss'd the meteort once, and hit that woman, Cran. And let heaven
who cried out, clubs ! when I might see from Witness, how dear I hold this confirmation. far some forty truncheoneers draw to her sucK. Hen: Good man, those joyful tears show cour, which were the hope of the Strand, where thy true heart.
she was quartered. They fell on; I made good The common voice, I see, is verified [bury my place; at length they came to the broomOf thee, which says thus, Do my lord of Canter- staff with me, I defied them still ; when sud. A shrewd turn, and he is your friend for ever.-denly a file of boys behind them, loose shot, Come, lords, we trifle time away; I long delivered such a shower of pebbles, that I was To have this young one made a Christian. fain to draw mine honour in, and let them win As I have made ye one, lords, one remain; the work: The devil was amongst then, I think, So I grow stronger, you more honour gain. surely.
(Exeunt. Port. These are the youths that thunder at a
play-house, and fight for bitten apples; that SCENE 111.-The Palace Yard. no audience, but the Tribulation of Tower-hill, Noise and tumult within. Enter Porter and or the limbs of Limehouse, their dear brothers, his Man.
are able to endure. I have some of them in Port. You'll leave your noise anon, ye ras-dance these three days; besides the running
Limbo Patrum, § and there they are like to cals: Do you take the court for Paris-garden ?+ banquet of two beadles,ll that is to come. ye rude slaves, leave your gaping. I
[Within.) Good master porter, I belong to the larder.
Enter the Lord CAAMBERLAIN. Port. Belong to the gallows, and be hanged, Cham. Mercy o’me, what a multitude are ‘you rogue: Is this a place to roar in ?-Fetch
(coming, me a dozen crab-tree staves, and strong ones; They grow still too, from all parts they are these are but switches to them.-I'll scratch As if we kept a fair here! Where are these your heads : You must be seeing christenings?
porters, Do you look for ale and cakes here, you rude These lazy knaves ?-Ye have made a fine rascals?
hand, fellows. Man. Pray, Sir, be patient; 'tis as much There's a trim rabble let in : Are all these impossible
[cannons) Your faithful friends o'the suburbs? We shall (Unless we sweep them from the door with
(ladies, To scatter them, as 'tis to make them sleep Great store of room, no doubt, left for the On May-day morning; which will never be: When they pass back from the christening. We may as well push against Paul's, as stir Port. An't please your honour them.
We are but men ; and what so many may do, Port. How got they in, and be hang’d ? Not being torn a pieces, we have done :
Man. Alas, I know not; How gets the tide An army cannot rule them. As much as one sound cudgel of four foot (ia? Cham. As I live, (You see the poor remainder) could distribute, if the king blame me for't, I'll lay ye all made no spare, Sir.
By the beels, and suddenly; and on your heads It was an ancient custom for sponsors to present spoons * Guy of Warwick, nor Colbrand the Danish glant. to their god-children.
+ Pink'd cap.
1 The brazier. + The bear garden on the Bank-side. Roaring. i Mace of confinement. 1 A desert of whipping
Clap round fines, for neglect: You are lazy | And hang their heads with sorrow: Good knares;
grows with her: And here ye lie baiting of bumbards," when In her days, every man shall eat in safety Ye should do service. Hark, the trumpets Under his own vine, what he plants; and sing sound;
The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours: They are come already from the christening: God shall be truly known; and those about her Go, break among the press, and find a way out From her shall read the perfect ways of honTo let the troop pass fairly; or I'll find
[blood. A Marshalsea, shall hold you play these two And by those claim their greatness, not by months.
[Nor* shall this peace sleep with her. But as Port. Alake way there for the princess.
when Man. You great fellow, stand close up, or The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phoenix, I'll make your head ache.
Her ashes new create another beir. Port. You i'the camblet, get up o'the rail; As great in admiration as herself; I'll pickt you o'er the pales else. (Exeunt. So shall she leave her blessedness to one,
(When heaven shall call her from this cloud of SCENE IV.-The Palace.
darkness) Enter Trumpets, sounding; then two Aldermen, Who, from the sacred ashes of her honour,
Lord Mayor, GARTER, CRANMER, Duke of Shall star-like rise, as great in fame as she was, Norfolk, with his Marshu's Stuff, Duke of And so stand fix'd: Peace, plenty, love, truth, SUFFOLK, two Noblemen bearing great stand
terror, ing-bowls for the christening gifts; then four That were the servants to this chosen infant, Noblemen bearing a canopy, under which the Shall then be his, and like a vine grow to him;
Duchess of NORFOLK, godmother, bearing the Wherever the bright sun of heaven shall shine, child richly habited in a mantle, 8c. Train His honour and the greatness of his name borne by a Lady; then follows the Marchioness Shall be, and make new uations: He shall of Dorset, the other godmother, and Ladies.
flourish, The Troop pass once about the stuge, and GAR- And, like a mountain cedar, reach his branches TER speaks.
To all the plains about him:Our children's Gart. Heaven from thy endless goodness,
children send prosperous life, long, and ever happy, tó Shall see this, and bless heaven. the high and mighty princess of England,
K. Hen. Thou speakest wonders.] Elizabeth!
Cran. She shall be, to the happiness of Eng. Flourish. Enter King, and Train.
An aged princess; many days shall see her, Cran. [Kneeling.) And to your royal grace, And yet no day without a deed to crown it. and the good queen,
'Would I had known no more! but she must My noble partners, and myself, thus pray:-
[gin, All comfort, joy, in this most gracious lady, She must, the saints must have her; yet a virHeaveo ever laid up to make parents happy, A most unspotted lily shall she pass [her. May hourly fall upon ye!
To the ground, and all the world shall mourn K. Hen. Thank you, good lord archbishop;
K. Hen. O lord archbishop, What is her name?
Thou hast made me now a man; never, before Cran. Elizabeth.
This happy child, did I get any thing: K. Hen. Stand up, lord.
This oracle of comfort has so pleas'd me, (The King kisses the child. That, when I am in heaven, I shall desire With this kiss take my blessing: God protect To see what this child does, and praise my Into whose hands I give thy life. (thee!
Maker. Cran. Amen.
I thank ye all,—To you, my good lord mayor, K. Hen. My noble gossips, ye have been too And your good brethren, I am much beholden; prodigal:
I have receiv'd much honour by your presence, I thank ye heartily; so shall this lady, And ye shall find me thankful. Lead the way, When she has so much English.
(ye, Cran. Let me speak, Sir,
[utter Ye must all see the queen, and she must thank For heaven now bids me; and the words I She will be sick else. This day, no man think Let none think flattery, for they'll find them He has business at his house; for all shall stay, truth.
[her!) This little one shall make it holiday. [Exeunt. This royal infant, (heaven still move about Though in her cradle, yet now promises
EPILOGU'E. Upon this land a thousand thousand blessings, 'Tis ten to one, this play can never please Which time shall bring to ripeness: She shall | All that are here: Some come to take their be
ease, (But few now living can behold that goodness,) And sleep an act or two; but those, we fear, A pattern to all princes living with her, We have frighted with our trumpets; so, And all that shall succeed: Sheba was never
(city More covetous of wisdom, and fair virtue, They'll say, 'tis naught: others, to hear the Than this pure soul shall be: all princely Abus'd extremely, and to cry:--that's witty! graces,
Which we have not done neither: that, I fear, That mould up such a mighty piece as this is, All the expected good we are like to hear With all the virtues that attend the good, [her, For this play at this time, is only in Shall still be doubled on her: truth shall nurse The merciful construction of good women; Holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her: For such a one we show'd them; If they smile, She shall be lov’d and fear'd: Her own shall And say, 'twill do, I know, within a while bless her:
All the best men are ours; for 'tis ill hap, Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, If they hold, when their ladies bid them clap. Black Jeather vessels to hold beer.
* This and the following seventeen lines were probably written by B. Jonson, after the accession of King James.
TROILUS AND CRESSIDA.
PRIAM, King of Troy.
THERsites, a deformed and scurrilous Grecian. HECTOR, TROilus, PARIS,
ALEXANDER, Servant to Cressida.
Servant to Troilus.--Servant to Paris.-SerÆneas, ANTENOR, Trojan Commanders.
vant to Diomedes. Calchas, a Trojan Priest, taking part with the Greeks.
Helen, Wife to Menelaus. PANDARUS, Uncle to Cressida.
ANDROMACHE, Wife to Hector.
CRESSIDA, Daughter to Calchas.
Grecian Com- | Trojan and Greek Soldiers, and Attendants.
Scene, Troy, and the Grecian Camp before it.
ACT J. In Troy, there lies the scene. From isles of SCENE I.—Troy.—Before Priam's Palace.
'Greece The princes orgulous,* their high blood chaf'd,
Enter Troilus arm'd, and PANDARUS. Have to the port of Athens sent their ships, Tro, Call here my varlet,* I'll unarm again: Fraught with the ministers and instruments Why should I war without the walls of Troy, Of cruel war: Sixty and nine, that wore That find such cruel battle here within ? Their crownets
regal, from the Athenian bay Each Trojan, that is master of his heart, Put forth toward "Phrygia : and their yow is Let him to field; Troilus, alas! hath none. made,
(mures Pan. Will this geert ne'er be mended ? To ransack Troy: within whose strong im- Tro. The Greeks are strong, and skilful to The ravish'd Helen, Menelaus' queen,
their strength, With wanton Paris sleeps; And that's the Fierce to their skill, and to their fierceness quarrel.
valiant; To Tenedos they come;
But I am weaker than a woman's tear, And the deep-drawing barks do there disgorge Tamer than sleep, fondert than ignorance ; Their warlike fraughtage:t Now on Dardan Less valiant than the virgin in the night, plains
And skilless as unpractis'd infancy. The fresh and yet unbruised Greeks do pitch Pan. Well, I have told you enough of this: Their brave pavilions: Priam's six-gated city, for my part, I'll not meddle nor make no furDardan, and Tymbria, Ilias, Chetas, Trojan, ther. He, that will have a cake out of the And Antenorides, with massy staples, wheat, must tarry the grinding. And corresponsive and fulfilling bolts,
Tro. Have I not tarried ? Sperrt up the sons of Troy.
Pan. Ay, the grinding; but you must tarry Now expectation, tickling skittish spirits, the bolting On one and other side, Trojan and Greek, Tro. Have I not tarried ? Sets all on hazard :- And hither am I come Pan. Ay, the bolting; but you must tarry A prologue arm’d,-but not in confidence the leavening. Or author's pen, or actor's voice; but suited Tro. Still have I tarried. In like conditions as our argument,-,
Pan. Ay, to the leavening : but here's yet To tell you, fair beholders, that our play in the word--hereafter, the kneading, the Leaps o'er the vaunts and firstlings of those making of the cake, the heating of the oven, broils,
and the baking; nay, you must stay the cool"Ginning in the middle ; starting thence away ing too, or you may chance to burn your lips. To what may be digested in a play.
Tro.' Patience herself, what goddess e'er Like, or find fault; do as your pleasures are ;
she be, Now good, or bad, 'tis but the chance of war. Doth lesser blenchs at sufferance than I do. * Proud, disdainful. + Freight. Shut.
* A servant to a knight. + Habit. * Weaker. 4 Avaut, what went before.