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KING HENRY VIII.
Cardinal Wolsey, bis first Minifter and Favourites
CRANMER, Archbishop of Canterbury.
Sir THOMAS MORE, Lord Chancellor,
Duke of NORFOLK.
Duke of BUCKINGHAM.
CHARLES BRANDON, Duke of Suffolk:
Earl of SURREY.
Lord Chamberlain
Cardinal CAMPETUS, the Pope's Legat,
CAPUCIUS, Ambassador from the Emperor Charles V.
GARDINER, Bishop of Winchester.
Lord ABERGAVENNYI
Bishop of LINCOLN.
Lord SANDS,
Sir HENRY GUILDFORD,
Sir THOMAS LOVELL.
ANTHONY Denny.
Sir NICHOLAS VAUX.
WALTER Sands.
CROMWELL, Servant forft to Wolsey, afterwards to the King.
GRIFFITH, Gentleman-Upper to Queen Catharine.
Three Gentlemen.
Dr. BUTTs, Physician to the King.
Surveyor to the Duke of Buckingham.
Porter and bis Man.
Queen CATHARINE, forf Wife to King Henry, after-

wards Divorc'd, ANNE BULLEN, below'd by the King, and afterwards

married to bim. An old Lady, Friend to Anne Bullen. PATIENCE,

Woman of the Bed-chamber to Q. Catharine, Several Lords and Ladies in the dumb Shews. Women ato

tending upon the Queen. Spirits wbich appear to bera Scribes, Officers, Guards, and otber. Attendants. The SCENE lyes moftly in London, Once at Kimbolton.

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ACT I. SCENE I.

An Anticbamber in the Palace. Enter the Duke of Norfolk at one door : at tbe orber the Duke

of Buckingham, and the Lord Abergavenny. Buck. OOD morrow,and well met. How have ye done

Since last we saw y' in France ?

Nor, I thank your Grace :
Healthful, and ever since a fresh admirer
Of what I saw there.

Buck. An untimely ague
Staid me a prisoner in my chamber, when
Those suns of glory, those two lights of men,
Met in the vale of Arde.

Nor. 'Twixt Guynes and Arde :
I was then present, law 'em salute on horse-back,
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 ?

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Buck. All the whole time I was my chamber's prisoner. Nor. Then

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The view of earthly glory : men might say
'Till this time pomp was fingle, but now marry'd
To one above it self. Each following day
Became the next day's master, 'till the last
Made former wonders, his. To-day the French,
All clinquant, all in gold, like heathen gods
Shone down the Englis; and to-morrow they
Made Britain, India : every man that stood,
Shew'd like a mine. Their dwarfish pages were
As Cherubins, all gilt ; the Madams too,
Not us’d to toil, did almoft sweat to bear
The pride upon them, that their labour
Was to them as a painting. Now this mask
Was cry'd incomparable; and th' ensuing night
Made it a fool and beggar. The two Kings
Equal in lustre, were now best, now worst,
As presence did present them; bim in eye,
Still him in praise; and being present both,
'Twas said they saw but one, and no discerner
Durft wag his tongue in censure. When these suns,
(For so they phrase 'em) by their heralds, challeng'd
The noble spirits to arms, they did perform
Beyond thought's compass, that old fabulous story
(Being now seen possible enough) got credit ;
That * Bevis was believ'd.

Buck. Oh, you go far.

Nor. As I belong to worship, and affect
In honour, honefty; the tract of ev'ry thing
Would by a good discourser lose some life,
Which action's self was tongue to. All was royal ;
To the disposing of it nought rebellid,
Order gave each thing view. The office did
Diftinčtly his full function.

Buck. Who did guide,
I mean who set the body and the limbs
Qf this great sport together, as you guess ?

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Buck. Pray you, who, my Lord ?

Nor. All this was order'd by the good discretion
Of the right rev'rend Cardinal of York.

Buck. The devil speed him! no man's pye is freed
From his ambitious finger. What had he
To do in these fierce vanities? I wonder
That such a ketch can with his very bulk
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Nor. Yet surely, Sir,
There's in him stuff that puts him to these ends,
For being not propt by ancestry, whose grace
Chalks successors their way; nor call'd upon
For high feats done to th' crown; neither ally'd
To eminent affiftants ; but spider-like
Out of his self-drawn web; this gives us note,
The force of his own merit makes his way,
A gift that heaven gives, which for him buys
A place next to the King.

Aber. I cannot tell
What heay'n hath giv's him ; let some graver eye
Pierce into that: but I can see his pride
Peep through each part of him ; whence has he that ?
If not from hell, the devil is a niggard,
Or has giv'n all before ; and he begins
A new hell in himself.

Buck. But why the devil,
Upon this French going out, took he upon him,
Without the privity o'th'King, t'appoint
Who should attend him ? He makes up the file
Of all the gentry; for the most part such
On whom as great a charge as little honour
He meant to lay : And his own letter only
(The honourable board of council out)
Muft fetch in him het papers.

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Aber. I do know
Kinsmen of mine, three at the least, that have
By this so ficken’d their estates, that never
They shall abound as formerly.

Buck, O, many
Have broke their backs with laying mannors on 'em
For this great journey. What did this great vanity
But minister communication of
A most poor issue ?

Nor. Grievingly I think,
The peace between the French and us not values
The cost that did conclude it.

Buck. Every man,
After the hideous storm that follow'd, was
A thing inspir’d; and not consulting, broke
Into a gen'ral prophesie, that this tempeft,
Dashing the garment of this peace, aboaded
The sudden breach on't.

Nor. Which is budded out:
For France hath flaw'd the league, and hath attach'd
Our merchants goods at Bourdeaux,

Aber. Is it therefore
Th' ambassador is silenc'd ?

Nor. Marry is't.

Aber. A proper title of a peace, and purchas'a At a superfluous rate!

Buck. Why, all this business
Our rey'rend Cardinal carried.

Nor. Like't your Grace,
The state takes notice of the private difference
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and the Cardinal. I advise you (And take it from a heart that wishes you Honour and plenteous safety) that read The Cardinal's malice and his potency Together : to consider further, that What his high hatred would effect, wants not A minister in his pow'r. You know his nature, That he's revengeful ; and I know his sword Hath a sharp edge : it's long, and't may be said, reaches far; and where 'cwill not extend,

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