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"TIs ten to one, this play can never please
The play of Henry the Eighth is one of those which still keeps possession of the stage by the splendour of its pageantry. The coronation, about forty years ago, drew the people together in multitudes for a great part of the winter. Yet pomp is not the only merit of this play. The meek sorrows, and virtuous distress, of Katharine, have furnished some scenes, which may be justly numbered among the greatest efforts of tragedy. But the genius of Shakspeare comes in and goes out with Katharine. Every other part may be easily conceived and easily written.
The second scene of the fourth act is above any other of Shakspeare's tragedies, and perhaps above any scene of any other poet; tender and pathetic, without gods, or furies, or poisons, or precipices; without the help of romantic circumstances, without improbable sallies of poetical lamentation, and without any throes of tumultuous misery. JOHNSON.
C. Whittingham, Printer, Chiswick.
Calchas, a Trojan Priest, taking Part with the Greeks
Pandarus, Unele to Cressida.
Margarelon, a Bastard Son of Priam.
Agamemnon, the Grecian General.
Thersites, a deformed and scurrilous Grecian.
Servant to Troilus; Servant to Paris; Servant to Diomedes.
Helen, Wife to Menelaus.
Andromache, Wife to Hector.
Cassandra, Daughter to Priam; a Prophetess.
Trojan and Greek Soldiers, and Attendants
SCENE, Troy, and the Grecian Camp before it.
IN Troy, there lies the scene.
From isles of Greece
The princes orgulous, their high blood chaf'd,
With wanton Paris sleeps; And that's the quarrel.
And the deep-drawing barks do there disgorge
Now expectation, tickling skittish spirits,
Like, or find fault; do as your pleasures are;