King John & Henry VIII (33 page)

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Authors: William Shakespeare

CHAMBERLAIN
    Well
said
36
, my lord.

    So now you’re
fairly
37
seated: gentlemen,

    The penance lies on you, if these fair ladies

    
Pass away
39
frowning.

SANDS
    
For
my little
cure
40
,

Hautboys. Enter Cardinal Wolsey, and takes his state

CARDINAL WOLSEY
    You’re welcome, my fair guests: that noble lady

    Or gentleman that is not freely merry,

    Is not my friend. This, to confirm my welcome,

He drinks

    And to you all, good health.

SANDS
    Your grace is noble:

    Let me have such a
bowl
may
47
hold my thanks,

    And save me so much talking.

CARDINAL WOLSEY
    My lord Sands,

    I am
beholding
to you:
cheer
50
your neighbours:

    Ladies, you are not merry: gentlemen,

    Whose fault is this?

SANDS
    The red wine first must rise

    In their fair cheeks, my lord, then we shall have ’em

    Talk us to silence.

ANNE
    You are a merry
gamester
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,

    My lord Sands.

SANDS
    Yes, if I
make my play
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:

    Here’s to your ladyship: and
pledge it
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, madam,

    For ’tis to such a
thing
60

ANNE
    You cannot show me.

SANDS
    I told your grace they would talk
anon
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.

Drum and Trumpet:
chambers
discharged

CARDINAL WOLSEY
    What’s that?

To Servants

CHAMBERLAIN
    Look out there, some of ye.

CARDINAL WOLSEY
    What warlike
voice
65
,

Exit Servants

    And to what end is this? Nay, ladies, fear not:

    By all the laws of war you’re
privileged
67
.

Enter a Servant

CHAMBERLAIN
    How now, what is’t?

SERVANT
    A noble troop of
strangers
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,

    For so they seem: they’ve left their barge and landed,

    And hither
make
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, as great ambassadors

    From foreign princes.

CARDINAL WOLSEY
    Good Lord Chamberlain,

    Go, give ’em welcome: you can speak the French tongue:

    And pray receive ’em nobly, and conduct ’em

    Into our presence, where this
heaven of beauty
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    Shall shine at full upon them. Some attend him.

[
Exit Chamberlain, attended
]

All rise, and tables removed

    You have now a
broken
78
banquet, but we’ll mend it.

    A good digestion to you all: and once more

    I shower a welcome on ye: welcome all.

Hautboys. Enter King
[
Henry
]
and others as
Masquers
,
habited
like shepherds, ushered by the Lord Chamberlain. They pass directly before the Cardinal, and gracefully salute him

    A noble company: what are their
pleasures
81
?

CHAMBERLAIN
    Because they speak no English, thus they prayed

    To tell your grace: that having heard by
fame
83

    Of this so noble and so fair assembly

    This night to meet here, they could do no less,

    Out of the great respect they bear to beauty,

    But leave their flocks, and under your fair
conduct
87
,

    Crave leave to view these ladies, and entreat

    An hour of
revels
89
with ’em.

CARDINAL WOLSEY
    Say, Lord Chamberlain,

    They have done my poor house grace; for which I pay ’em

    A thousand thanks, and pray ’em take their pleasures.

[
The Masquers
]
choose Ladies
[
for the dance
]. [
The
]
King
[
chooses
]
Anne Bullen

KING HENRY VIII
    The fairest hand I ever touched. O beauty,

    Till now I never knew thee!

Music
. [
They
]
dance

CARDINAL WOLSEY
    My lord.

CHAMBERLAIN
    Your grace?

CARDINAL WOLSEY
    Pray, tell ’em thus much from me:

    There should be one amongst ’em, by his person,

    More worthy
this place
99
than myself, to whom,

    If I
but
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knew him, with my love and duty

    I would surrender it.

CHAMBERLAIN
    I will, my lord.

[
He talks in a
]
whisper
[
to the Masquers
]

CARDINAL WOLSEY
    What say they?

CHAMBERLAIN
    Such a one, they all confess,

    There is indeed, which they would have your grace

    Find out, and he will take
it
106
.

CARDINAL WOLSEY
    Let me see, then.

    By all your good leaves, gentlemen, here I’ll make

    My royal choice.

KING HENRY VIII
    Ye have found him, cardinal:

He unmasks

    You hold a
fair
111
assembly: you do well, lord.

    You are a churchman, or I’ll tell
you, cardinal
112
,

    I should judge now unhappily.

CARDINAL WOLSEY
    I am glad

    Your grace is grown so
pleasant
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.

KING HENRY VIII
    My Lord Chamberlain,

    
Prithee
117
come hither: what fair lady’s that?

CHAMBERLAIN
    
An’t
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please your grace, Sir Thomas Bullen’s daughter —

    The Viscount Rochford — one of
her highness’ women
119
.

To Anne

KING HENRY VIII
    By heaven, she is a
dainty
120
one.— Sweetheart,

    I were unmannerly to
take you out
121

He drinks

    
And not to kiss you. A
health
122
, gentlemen:

    Let it go round.

CARDINAL WOLSEY
    Sir Thomas Lovell, is the
banquet
124
ready

LOVELL
    Yes, my lord.

To the King

CARDINAL WOLSEY
    Your grace,

    I fear, with dancing is a little
heated
128
.

KING HENRY VIII
    I fear too much.

CARDINAL WOLSEY
    There’s fresher air, my lord,

    In the next chamber.

To Anne

KING HENRY VIII
    Lead in your ladies, ev’ry one: sweet partner,

To Cardinal Wolsey

    I must not yet
forsake
133
you:— let’s be merry,

    Good my lord cardinal: I have half a dozen healths

    To drink to these fair ladies, and a
measure
135

    To lead ’em once again, and then let’s
dream
136

    Who’s
best in favour
. Let the music
knock it
137
.

Exeunt with Trumpets

Act 2 Scene 1

running scene 4

Enter two Gentlemen at
several
doors

FIRST GENTLEMAN
    Whither away so fast?

SECOND GENTLEMAN
    O, God save ye:

    Ev’n to the
hall
3
, to hear what shall become

    Of the great Duke of Buckingham.

FIRST GENTLEMAN
    I’ll save you

    That labour, sir. All’s now done but the ceremony

    Of bringing back the prisoner.

SECOND GENTLEMAN
    Were you there?

FIRST GENTLEMAN
    Yes, indeed was I.

SECOND GENTLEMAN
    Pray speak what has happened.

FIRST GENTLEMAN
    You may guess quickly what.

SECOND GENTLEMAN
    Is he found guilty?

FIRST GENTLEMAN
    Yes, truly is he, and condemned upon’t.

SECOND GENTLEMAN
    I am sorry for’t.

FIRST GENTLEMAN
    So are a number more.

SECOND GENTLEMAN
    But pray, how
passed it
16
?

FIRST GENTLEMAN
    I’ll tell you in
a little
17
. The great duke

    Came to the bar, where
to his accusations
18

    He pleaded
still
not guilty, and
alleged
19

    Many sharp reasons to defeat the
law
20
.

    The king’s attorney, on the contrary,

    Urged on the
examinations
,
proofs
22
, confessions

    Of
divers
23
witnesses, which the duke desired

    To
him brought
viva voce
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to his face:

    At which appeared against him his surveyor,

    Sir Gilbert Perk his chancellor, and John Car,

    Confessor to him, with that devil monk,

    Hopkins, that made this mischief.

SECOND GENTLEMAN
    That was he

    That fed him with his prophecies.

FIRST GENTLEMAN
    The same:

    All these accused him strongly, which he
fain
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    Would have flung from him, but indeed he could not:

    And so his peers, upon this evidence,

    Have found him guilty of high treason. Much

    He spoke, and learnedly, for life, but all

    Was either
pitied in him
or
forgotten
37
.

SECOND GENTLEMAN
    After all this, how did he bear himself?

FIRST GENTLEMAN
    When he was brought again to th’bar, to hear

    His
knell
40
rung out, his judgement, he was stirred

    With such an agony, he
sweat
41
extremely,

    
And something spoke in
choler
,
ill
42
and hasty:

    But he
fell to
43
himself again, and sweetly

    In all the rest showed a most noble patience.

SECOND GENTLEMAN
    I do not think he fears death.

FIRST GENTLEMAN
    Sure he does not:

    He never was so womanish: the cause

    He may a little grieve at.

SECOND GENTLEMAN
    Certainly

    The cardinal is the
end
50
of this.

FIRST GENTLEMAN
    ’Tis likely

    By all conjectures: first,
Kildare’s attainder
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,

    Then
deputy
53
of Ireland, who, removed,

    Earl Surrey was sent thither, and in haste too,

    Lest he should help his
father
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.

SECOND GENTLEMAN
    That
trick of state
56

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