King Henry the Eighth. Cardinal Wolsey. Cardinal Campeius. Duke of Norfolk. Duke of Buckingham. Duke of Suffolk. Earl of Surrey. Lord Chamberlain. Lord Chancellor. Gardiner, Bishop of Winchester. Bishop of Lincoln. Lord Abergavenny. Lord Sands. Cromwell, Servant to Wolsey. Griffith, Gentleman-usher to Queen Katharine. Doctor Butts, Physician to the King. Garter, King at Arms. Surveyor to the Duke of Buckingham. Brandon, and a Sergeant at Arms. Door-keeper of the Council-chamber. Porter, and his Man. Page to Gardiner. A Crier. Queen Katharine, wife to King Henry, afterwards divorced. Anne Bullen, her maid of honour; afterwards Queen. Several Lords und Ladies in the dumb shows; Women attending upon the queen; Spirits, which appear to her; Scribes, Officers, Guards, and other Attendants. SCENE, chiefly in London and Westminster; I COME no more to make you laugh; things now, The play may pass; if they be still, and willing, Our own brains, and the opinion that we bring, Therefore, for goodness' sake, and as you are known As they were living; think, you see them great, ACT I. SCENE I. London. An Ante-chamber in the Palace. Enter the Duke of NORFOLK, at one door; at the other, the Duke of BUCKINGHAM, and the Lord ABERGAVENNY. Buckingham. Good morrow, and well met. How have you done, Since last we saw in France? Nor. I thank your grace; Healthful; and ever since a fresh admirer Of what I saw there. Buck. An untimely ague Stay'd me a prisoner in my chamber, when Nor. 'Twixt Guynes and Arde: I was then present, saw them salute on horseback; Beheld them, when they lighted, how they clung In their embracement, as they grew together; Which had they, what four thron'd ones could have weigh'd Such a compounded one? Buck. All the whole time 3 Henry VIII. and Francis I. king of France. I was my chamber's prisoner. Nor. Then you lost The view of earthly glory: Men might say, Became the next day's master, till the last story, Being now seen possible enough, got credit, Buck. O, you go far. Nor. As I belong to worship, and affect Glittering, shining. 5 In opinion, which was most noble. 6 Sir Bevis, an old romance. In honour honesty, the tract of every thing Order gave each thing view; the office did Buck. Who did guide, I mean, who set the body and the limbs Buck. I pray you, who, my lord? Nor. All this was order'd by the good discretion Of the right reverend cardinal of York. Buck. The devil speed him! no man's pie is free'd From his ambitious finger. What had he To do in these fierce 9 vanities? I wonder, That such a keech1 can with his very bulk Take up the rays o' the beneficial sun, And keep it from the earth. Surely, sir, Nor. There's in him stuff that puts him to these ends : For, being not propp'd by ancestry, (whose grace Chalks successors their way,) nor call'd upon For high feats done to the crown; neither allied To eminent assistants, but, spider-like, Out of his self-drawing web, he gives us note, The force of his own merit makes his way; A gift that heaven gives for him, which buys A place next to the king. Aber. I cannot tell 7 Certainly. 8 Practice. 9 Proud. I Lump of fat. |