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KING HENRY VIII.
Cham. An't please your grace, sir Thomas Bullen's daughter,
The viscount Rochford, one of her highness' women. King. By heaven, she is a dainty one.-Sweet
I were unmannerly, to take you out,
[To ANNE BULlen.
And not to kiss you.-A health, gentlemen,
Let it go round.
Wol. Sir Thomas Lovel, is the banquet ready I' the privy chamber?
Lov. Yes, my lord.
Wol. Your grace,
I fear, is a little heated.
King. I fear, too much.
Wol. There's fresher air, my lord,
In the next chamber.
King. Lead in your ladies, every one.-Nay, come; I must not yet forsake you :-Let's be merry; Good my lord cardinal, I've half a dozen healths To drink to these fair ladies, and a measure
To lead them once again;
Which being ended, they shall all go sleep:
[Flourish of Drums and Trumpets.]
[Exeunt WOLSEY, with lights, the King and ANNE BULLEN, Chamberlain, NORFOLK, and SUFFOLK, Lord SANDS, and Lady DENNY, CROMWELL, two Pages, LovEL and GUILDFORD, and the rest of the Guests.
END OF ACT I.
A Bell tolls, and muffled Drums beat.
Enter Guards, Tipstaves, LovEL, Executioner, BUCK-
Buck. You that thus far have come to pity me,
And by that name must die; Yet heaven bear witness,
Even as the axe falls, if I be not faithful!
But those, that sought it, I could wish more christians;
Nor will I sue, although the king have mercies
More than I dare make faults. You few that lov'd me, And dare be bold to weep for Buckingham,
His noble friends, and fellows, whom to leave
Is only bitter to him, only dying,
Go with me, like good angels, to my end;
And lift my soul to heaven:-[Bell tolls. ]-Lead on.
If ever any malice in your heart
Were hid against me, now to forgive me frankly. Buck. Sir Thomas Lovel, I as free forgive you, As I would be forgiven.
Commend me to his grace;
And if he speak of Buckingham, 'pray, tell him, You met him half in heaven: my vows and prayers
Yet are the king's; and, till my soul forsake me,
Lov. To the water side I must conduct your grace;
Guil. Prepare there;
The duke is coming: see, the barge be ready;
The greatness of his person.
Buck. Nay, sir Henry,
Let it alone; my state now will but mock me.
That never knew what truth meant:
My noble father, Henry of Buckingham,
Who first rais'd head against usurping Richard,
And, must needs say, a noble one; which makes me
Yet thus far we are one in fortunes,—Both
Fell by our servants, by those men we lov'd most :-
Like water from ye, never found again
But where they mean to sink you. [The Bell tolls.] All good people,
Pray for me! I must now forsake you; the last hour Of my long weary life is come upon me.
[The Bell tolls-Muffled Drums beat.]
[Exeunt Guards, Tipstaves, Executioner, BUCKINGHAM, LOVEL, GUILDFORD, Gentlemen, and Guards.
An Antechamber in the Palace.
Enter NORFOLK, and SUFFOLK, meeting the Chamberlain.
Full of sad thoughts and troubles.
Nor. What's the cause?
Cham. It seems the marriage with his brother's wife Has crept too near his conscience.
Suf. No, his conscience
Has crept too near another lady.
Nor. 'Tis so;
This is the cardinal's doing, the king-cardinal :
Nor. We had need pray,
And heartily, for our deliverance;
Or this imperious man will work us all
From princes into pages. Let us in;
And, with some other business, put the king
From these sad thoughts, that work too much upon
My lord, you'll bear us company?
Cham. Excuse me;
The king hath sent me other-where besides,
You'll find a most unfit time to disturb him:
Health to your lordships.
Suf. Sce, the king.
Enter the King, reading pensively.
How sad he looks! sure, he is much afflicted.
Nor. 'Pray heaven, he be not angry.
King. Who's there, I say? How dare you thrust yourselves
Into my private meditations?
Who am I? ha?
Nor. A gracious king, that pardons all offences, Malice ne'er meant: our breach of duty, this way, Is business of estate; in which we come
To know your royal pleasure.
King. You are too bold;
Go to; I'll make ye know your times of business; Is this an hour for temporal affairs? ha?
Enter WOLSEY, and Cardinal CAMPEIUS, with a commission.
Who's there? my good lord cardinal?-O my Wolsey,
Thou art a cure fit for a king.-You're welcome,
Use us, and it:-My good lord, have great care
Wol. Sir, you cannot.
I would your grace would give us but an hour
King. We are busy; go.
Nor. This priest has no pride in him?
Suf. Not to speak of;
I would not be so sick though, for his place:
But this cannot continue.
Nor. If it do,
I'll venture one heave at him.
Suf. I another.
[Exeunt SUFFOLK, and NORFOLK.
Wol. Your grace has given a precedent of wisdom
Above all princes, in committing freely
Your scruple to the voice of Christendom: