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KING HENRY VIII.
PROLOGUE. I COME no more to make you laugh : things now, That bear a weighty and a serious brow, Sad, high, and working, full of state and woe, Such noble scenes as draw the eye to flow, We now present. Those that can pity, here May, if they think it well, let fall a tear; The subject will deserve it: such, as give Their money out of hope they may believe, May here find truth too: those, that come to see Only a show or two, and so agree The play may pass, if they be still and willing, I'll undertake, may see away their shilling Richly in two short hours. Only they, That come to hear a merry, bawdy play, A noise of targets, or to see a fellow In a long motley coat, guarded with yellow, Will be deceiv'd; for, gentle hearers, know, To rank our chosen truth with such a show As fool and fight is, beside forfeiting Our own brains, and the opinion that we bring, To make that only true we now intend, Will leave us never an understanding friend. Therefore, for goodness' sake, and as you are known, The first and happiest hearers of the town, Be sad as we would make ye : think, ye see The very persons of our noble story, As they were living; think, you see them great, And follow'd with the general throng, and sweat Of thousand friends; then, in a moment, see How soon this mightiness meets misery : And, if you can be merry then, I'll say, A man may weep upon his wedding day.
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 ABER
Buck. Good morrow, and well met. How have
I thank your grace,
An untimely ague
'Twixt Guynes and Arde:
All the whole time
Then you lost
'T was said, they saw but one : and no discerner
0! you go far.
The office did
Nor. One, certes, that promises no element
I pray you, who, my lord ?
Buck. The devil speed him ! no man's pie is freed
I cannot tell
1 Of Southampton, the hero of an old romance. 2 This sentence is assigned to NORFOLK, in f. e. 3 A ball of fat, rolled up by batchers. 40: in folio. Steevens made the change.
Pierce into that; but I can see his pride
Why the devil,
I do know
Grievingly I think,
Which is budded out;
Is it therefore
Why, all this business Our reverend cardinal carried.
1 To: in folio ; which Knight retains. ? minister communication :
in f. e.
'Like it your grace, The state takes notice of the private difference Betwixt you and the cardinal. I advise you, (And take it from a heart that wishes towards you Honour and plenteous safety) that you read The cardinal's malice and his potency Together : to consider farther, that What his high hatred would effect wants not A minister in his power. 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, It reaches far; and where 't will not extend, Thither he darts it. Bosom up my counsel; You 'll find it wholesome. Lo ! where comes that rock, That I advise your shunning. Enter Cardinal Wolsey (the Purse borne before him),
certain of the Guard, and two Secretaries with Papers. "The Cardinal in his passage fixeth his eye on BUCKINGHAM, and BUCKINGHAM on him, both full of disdain.
Wol. The duke of Buckingham's surveyor ? ha !
Here, so please you.
Ay, please your grace.
ingham Shall lessen this big look. [Eceunt Wolsey, and Train.
Buck. This butcher's cur is venom-mouth'd, and I
What, are you chaf'd ?
I read in 's looks
Stay, my lord, And let your reason with your choler question What 't is you go about. To climb steep hills,
1 book : in f. e.