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But where to-morrow ?-Well, all's one for | Fill me a bowl of wine.-Give me a watch :*that.

Who hath descried the number of the traitors? Nor. Six or seven thousand is their utmost power.

K. Rich. Why, our battalia trebles that ac

count:

Besides, the king's name is a tower of strength,
Which they upon the adverse faction want.
Up with the tent.-- Come, noble gentlemen,
Let us survey the vantage of the ground;-
Call for some men of sound direction :-
Let's want no discipline, make no delay;
For, lords, to-morrow is a busy day. [Exeunt.
Enter, on the other side of the Field, RICHMOND,
Sir WILLIAM BRANDON, OXFORD, and other
Lords. Some of the Soldiers pitch RICHMOND'S
Tent.

Richm. The weary sun hath made a golden set,
And, by the bright track of his fiery car,
Gives token of a goodly day to-morrow.-
Sir William Brandon, you shall bear my stan-

dard.

Give me some ink and paper in my tent;-
I'll draw the form and model of our battle,
Limit each leader to his several charge,
And part in just proportion our small power.
My lord of Oxford,-you, Sir William Brandon,-
And you, Sir Walter Herbert, stay with me:
The Earl of Pembroke keeps his regiment;-
Good Captain Blunt, bear my good night to him,
And by the second hour in the morning
Desire the earl to see me in my tent:-
Yet one thing more, good captain, do for me;
Where is Lord Stanley quarter'd, do you know?
Blunt. Unless I have mista'en his colours much,
(Which, well I am assur'd, I have not done,)
His regiment lies half a mile at least
South from the mighty power of the king.
Richm. If without peril it be possible,
Sweet Blunt, make some good means to speak
with him,

And give him from me this most needful note. Blunt. Upon my life, my lord, I'll undertake it;

And so heaven, give you quiet rest to-night!
Richm. Good night, good Captain Blunt.
Come, gentlemen,

Let us consult upon to-morrow's business;
In to my tent, the air is raw and cold.

[They withdraw into the Tent.

Enter, to his Tent, KING RICHARD, NORFOLK,
RATCLIFF, and CATESBY.

K. Rich. What is 't o'clock?
Cate.

It's nine o'clock.

K. Rich.

It's supper time, my lord;

I will not sup to-night.

Give me some ink and paper.-
What, is my beaver easier than it was?-
And all my armour laid into my tent?
Cate. It is, my liege; and all things are in
readiness.

K. Rich. Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy charge;
Use careful watch, choose trusty sentinels.
Nor. I go, my lord.

K. Rich. Stir with the lark to-morrow, gentle Norfolk.

Nor. I warrant you, my lord.

K. Rich. Ratcliff,

Rat. My lord?

K. Rich.

[Exit.

Send out a pursuivant at arms To Stanley's regiment; bid him bring his power Before sun-rising, lest his son George fall

Into the blind cave of eternal night.

[To CATE. Saddle white Surrey for the field to-morrow.— Look that my staves + be sound, and not too heavy. Ratcliff,Rat. My lord?

[Northumberland?

K. Rich. Saw'st thou the melancholy Lord Rat. Thomas, the Earl of Surrey, and himself, Much about cock-shut ‡ time, from troop to troop, Went through the army, cheering up the soldiers. K. Rich. I am satisfied. Give me a bowl of I have not that alacrity of spirit, Nor cheer of mind, that I was wont to have.SO, set it down.-Is ink and paper ready? Rat. It is, my lord.

[wine:

About the mid of night, come to my tent
K. Rich. Bid my guard watch; leave me.
And help to arm me.-Leave me, I say.

[K. RICH. retires into his Tent. Exeunt RAT. and CATE.

RICHMOND's Tent opens, and discovers him and his Officers, &c.

Enter STANLEY.

Stan. Fortune and victory sit on thy helm! Richm. All comfort that the dark night can

afford,

Be to thy person, noble father-in-law !
Tell me, how fares our loving mother? [mother,

Stan. I, by attorney, bless thee from thy
Who prays continually for Richmond's good:
So much for that.-The silent hours steal on,
And flaky darkness breaks within the east.
In brief, for so the season bids us be,
Prepare thy battle early in the morning;
And put thy fortune to the arbitrement
Of bloody strokes, and mortal-staring war.
I, as I may, (that which I would, I cannot,)
With best advantage will deceive the time,
And aid thee in this doubtful shock of arms:
But on thy side I may not be too forward,
Lest, being seen, thy brother, tender George,
Be executed in his father's sight.
Farewell: The leisure and the fearful time
Cuts off the ceremonious vows of love,
And ample interchange of sweet discourse,
Which so long sunder'd friends should dwell
upon;

ment:

Heaven give us leisure for these friendly rites! Once more, adieu :-Be valiant, and speed well! Richm. Good lords, conduct him to his regiI'll strive, with troubled thoughts, to take a nap: Lest leaden slumber peise? me down to-morrow, When I should mount with wings of victory: Once more, good night, kind lords and gentle

men. [Exeunt Lords, &c., with STAN. O Thou! whose captain I account myself, Look on my forces with a gracious eye; Put in their hands thy bruising irons of wrath, That they may crush down with a heavy fall The usurping helmets of our adversaries! Make us thy ministers of chastisement, That we may praise thee in thy victory! To thee I do commend my watchful soul, Ere I let fall the windows of mine eyes; Sleeping, and waking, O, defend me still. [Sleeps. The Ghost of Prince Edward, Son to Henry the Sixth, rises between the two Tents. Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to morrow! [To K. RICH.

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KING RICHARD III.

Think how thou stab'dst me in my prime of
youth

At Tewkesbury; Despair therefore, and die!-
Be cheerful, Richmond; for the wronged souls
Of butcher'd princes fight in thy behalf:
King Henry's issue, Richmond, comforts thee.
The Ghost of King Henry the Sixth rises.
Ghost. When I was mortal, my anointed body
By thee was punched full of deadly holes :
[To K. RICH.
Think on the Tower and me; Despair, and die;
Harry the Sixth bids thee despair and die.-
Virtuous and holy, be thou conqueror!
Harry, that prophesy'd thou should'st be king,
[TO RICHM.
Doth comfort thee in thy sleep; Live, and flourish!
The Ghost of Clarence rises.

morrow!

Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul toI, that was wash'd to death with fulsome wine, [To K. RICH. Poor Clarence, by thy guile betray'd to death! To-morrow in the battle think on me, And fall thy edgeless sword; Despair, and die! Thou offspring of the house of Lancaster, The wrong'd heirs of York do pray for thee; [To RICHM. Good angels guard thy battle! Live, and flourish! The Ghosts of Rivers, Grey, and Vaughan rise. Riv. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow, Rivers, that died at Pomfret! Despair, and die! [To K. RICH. Grey. Think upon Grey, and let thy soul despair! Vaugh. Think upon Vaughan; and, with guilty [To K. RICH. fear,

Let fall thy lance! Despair, and die!

ard's bosom

All. Awake; and think our wrongs in Rich[To K. RICH. Will conquer him; awake, and win the day! To RICHM. The Ghost of Hastings rises. Ghost. Bloody and guilty, guiltily awake; And in a bloody battle end thy days! [To K. RICH. Think on Lord Hastings; and despair, and die !Quiet untroubled soul, awake, awake!

Arm, fight, and conquer,
[TO RICHM.
for fair England's sake!
The Ghosts of the two young Princes rise.
Ghosts. Dream on thy cousins smother'd in
the Tower;

Let us be lead within thy bosom, Richard,
And weigh thee down to ruin, shame, and death!
Thy nephews' souls bid thee despair, and die.-
Sleep, Richmond, sleep in peace, and wake in
joy;

Good angels guard thee from the boar's annoy!
Live, and beget a happy race of kings!
Edward's unhappy sons do bid thee flourish.
The Ghost of Queen Anne rises.
Ghost. Richard, thy wife, that wretched Anne
thy wife,

That never slept a quiet hour with thee,
Now fills thy sleep with perturbations:
To-morrow in the battle think on me,
And fall thy edgeless sword; Despair, and
[die !-
Thou, quiet soul, sleep thou a quiet sleep;
Dream of success and happy victory;
[TO RICHM.
Thy adversary's wife doth pray for thee.

ACT V.

The Ghost of Buckingham rises.
Ghost. The first was I that help'd thee to the
crown;
[To K. RICE

The last was I that felt thy tyranny:
O, in the battle think on Buckingham,
And die in terror of thy guiltiness!
Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death:
Fainting, despair; despairing, yield thy breath!-
I died for hope, ere I could lend thee aid:
God and good angels fight on Richmond's side;
But cheer thy heart, and be thou not dismay'd:
[To RICHY
And Richard falls in height of all his pride.

[The Ghosts vanish. K. RICH. starts out of his dream. Have mercy, Jesu!-Soft; I did but dream.K. Rich. Give me another horse,-bind up my [wounds,O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. The lights burn blue.- It is now dead midnight. What do I fear? myself? there's none else by: Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I.

Is there a murderer here? No;-Yes; I am: Then fly,-What, from myself? Great reason: Why?

Lest I revenge. What? Myself on myself?
I love myself. Wherefore? for any good
O, no: alas, I rather hate myself,
That I myself have done unto myself?
For hateful deeds committed by myself.
Fool, of thyself speak well:-Fool, do not flatter.
I am a villain: Yet I lie, I am not.
And every tongue brings in a several tale,
My conscience hath a thousand several tongues,
And every tale condemns me for a villain.
Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree;
Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree,
All several sins, all us'd in each degree,
Throng to the bar, crying all,-Guilty! guilty!
And, if I die, no soul will pity me:-
I shall despair.-There is no creature loves me;
Nay, wherefore should they? since that I myself
Find in myself no pity to myself.

Methought the souls of all that I had murder'd
Came to my tent and every one did threat
To-morrow's vengeance on the head of Richard.
Enter RATCLIFF.

Rat. My lord,

K. Rich. Who's there?

[eock

Hath twice done salutation to the morn;
Rat. Ratcliff, my lord; 'tis I. The early village
Your friends are up, and buckle on their armour.
K. Rich. O, Ratcliff, I have dream'd a fearful
dream!-
What thinkest thou? will our friends prove all
[true!
Rat. No doubt, my lord.

K. Rich. Ratcliff, I fear, I fear,- [dows.
Rat. Nay, good my lord, be not afraid of sha-
K. Rich. By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night
Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard,
Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers,
Armed in proof, and led by shallow Richmond.
It is not yet near day. Come, go with me;
Under our tents I'll play the eaves-dropper,
To hear if any mean to shrink from me.
[Exeunt K. RICH. and RAT.
RICHMOND wakes. Enter OXFORD and Others.
Lords. Good morrow, Richmond.
Richm. 'Cry mercy, lords, and watchful
gentlemen,

That you have ta'en a tardy sluggard here.
Lords. How have you slept, my lord?

Richm. The sweetest sleep, and fairest-boding
That ever enter'd in a drowsy head,

[dreams,

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Have I since your departure had, my lords. Methought their souls, whose bodies Richard murder'd,

Came to my tent, and cried-On! victory! ̧
I promise you, my heart is very jocund
In the remembrance of so fair a dream.
How far into the morning is it, lords?
Lords. Upon the stroke of four.
Richm. Why, then 'tis time to arm, and give

direction. [He advances to the Troops.
More than I have said, loving countrymen,
The leisure and enforcement of the time
Forbids to dwell on: Yet remember this,--
God, and our good cause, fight upon our side;
The prayers of holy saints, and wronged souls,
Like high-rear'd bulwarks, stand before our
faces;

Richard except, those whom we fight against, Had rather have us win, than him they follow. For what is he they follow? truly, gentlemen, A bloody tyrant, and a homicide;

One rais'd in blood, and one in blood establish'd;
One that made means to come by what he hath,
And slaughter'd those that were the means to
help him;

A base foul stone, made precious by the foil
Of England's chair, where he is falsely set;
One that hath ever been God's enemy:
Then, if you fight against God's enemy,
God will, vouchsafe to ward you as his soldiers;
If you do sweat to put a tyrant down,
You sleep in peace, the tyrant being slain;
If you do fight against your country's foes,
Your country's fat shall pay your pains the hire;
If you do fight in safeguard of your wives,
Your wives shall welcome home the conquerors;
If you do free your children from the sword,
Your children's children quit + it in your age.
Then, in the name of God, and all these rights,
Advance your standards, draw your willing
swords:

For me, the ransom of my bold attempt
Shall be this cold corpse on the earth's cold face;
But if I thrive, the gain of my attempt
The least of you shall share his part thereof.
Sound, drums and trumpets, boldly and cheer-
fully;

God and Saint George! Richmond and victory! [Exeunt. Re-enter KING RICHARD, RATCLIFF, Attendants,

and Forces.

K. Rich. What said Northumberland, as touching Richmond?

Rat. That he was never trained up in arms. K. Rich. He said the truth: And what said Surrey then?

Rat. He smil'd and said, the better for our purpose.

K. Rich. He was i' the right; and so, indeed, it is. [Clock strikes. Tell the clock there.-Give me a calendar.Who saw the sun to-day? Rat. K. Rich. Then he disdains to shine; for, by the book,

Not I, my lord.

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I would these dewy tears were from the ground.
Not shine to-day! Why, what is that to me,
More than to Richmond? for the self-same
heaven,

That frown on me, looks sadly upon him.
Enter NORFolk.

Nor. Arm, arm, my lord; the foe vaunts in
the field.
[horse ;-
K. Rich. Come, bustle, bustle;-Caparison my
Call up Lord Stanley, bid him bring his power :-
I will lead forth my soldiers to the plain,
And thus my battle shall be ordered.
My foreward shall be drawn out all in length,
Consisting equally of horse and foot;
Our archers shall be placed in the midst;
John Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Earl of Surrey,
Shall have the leading of this foot and horse.
They thus directed, we ourself will follow [side
In the main battle; whose puissance on either
Shall be well winged with our chiefest horse.
This, and Saint George to boot!-What think'st
thou, Norfolk?

Nor. A good direction, warlike sovereign.— This found I on my tent this morning.

[Giving a Scroll. K. Rich. "Jocky of Norfolk, be not too bold, [Reads.

For Dickon thy master is bought and sold."
A thing devised by the enemy.-
Go, gentlemen, every man unto his charge:
Let not our babbling dreams affright our souls;
Conscience is but a word that cowards use,
Devis'd at first to keep the strong in awe;
Our strong arms be our conscience, swords our
law.

March on, join bravely, let us to 't pell-mell;
If not to heaven, then hand in hand to hell.-
What shall I say more than I have inferr'd?
Remember whom you are to cope withal;—
A sort of vagabonds, rascals, and run-aways,
A scum of Bretagnes, and base lackey peasants,
Whom their o'er-cloyed country vomits forth
To desperate ventures and assur'd destruction.
You sleeping safe, they bring you to unrest;
You having lands, and bless'd with beauteous
wives,

They would restrain the one, distain the other.
And who doth lead them, but a paltry fellow,
A milk-sop, one that never in his life
Long kept in Bretagne at our mother's cost?

Felt so much cold as over shoes in snow?
Let's whip these stragglers o'er the seas again;
Lash hence these over-weening rags of France,,
These famish'd beggars, weary of their lives;
Who, but for dreaming on this fond exploit,
For want of means, poor rats, had hang'd them-
selves:

If we be conquer'd, let men conquer us
And not these bastard Bretagnes; whom our
fathers
[thump'd,
Have in their own land beaten, bobb'd, and
And, on record, left them the heirs of shame.
Shall these enjoy our lands? lie with our wives?
Ravish our daughters?-Hark, I hear their drum.
[Drum afar off.

Fight, gentlemen of England! fight, bold yeomen!

Draw, archers, draw your arrows to the head! Spur your proud horses hard, and ride in blood; Amaze the welkin with your broken staves!

Enter a Messenger.

What says Lord Stanley? will he bring his power? Mess. My lord, he doth deny to come. [head. K. Rich. Off instantly with his son George's

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Nor. My lord, the enemy is pass'd the marsh; After the battle let George Stanley die.

K. Rich. A thousand hearts are great within
my bosom :

Advance our standards, set upon our foes;
Our ancient word of courage, fair Saint George,
Inspire us with the spleen of fiery dragons!
Upon them! Victory sits on our helms. [Exeunt.
SCENE IV.-Another part of the Field.
Alarum: Excursions. Enter NORFOLK, and
Forces; to him CATESBY.

Cate. Rescue, my lord of Norfolk, rescue,
rescue!

The king enacts more wonders than a man,
Daring an opposite to every danger;

His horse is slain, and all on foot he fights,
Seeking for Richmond in the throat of death:
Rescue, fair lord, or else the day is lost!

Alarum. Enter KING RICHARD.

K. Rich. A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse! [horse. Cate. Withdraw, my lord, I'll help you to a K. Rich. Slave, I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die: I think there be six Richmonds in the field; Five have I slain to-day, instead of him :A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse! [Exeunt. Alarums. Enter KING RICHARD and RICHMOND; and exeunt, fighting. Retreat, and flourish. Then enter RICHMOND, STANLEY bearing the Crown, with divers other Lords, and Forces. Richm. God, and your arms, be prais'd, victorious friends;

The day is ours, the bloody dog is dead.

Stan. Courageous Richmond, well hast thou
acquit thee!

Lo, here, this long-usurped royalty,
From the dead temples of this bloody wretch

Have I pluck'd off, to grace thy brows withal
Wear it, enjoy it, and make much of it. [all!
Richm. Great God of heaven, say, Amen, to
But, tell me first, is young George Stanley living?
Stan. He is, my lord, and safe in Leicester
town;

[us.
Whither, if it please you, we may now withdraw
Richm. What men of name are slain on either
side?
[rers,
Stan. John Duke of Norfolk, Walter Lord Fer-
Sir Robert Brakenbury, and Sir William Bran-
don.
[births.

Richm. Inter their bodies as becomes their
Proclaim a pardon to the soldiers fled,
That in submission will return to us;
And then, as we have ta'en the sacrament,
We will unite the white rose with the red :-
Smile heaven upon this fair conjunction,
That long hath frown'd upon their enmity"!—
What traitor hears me, and says not,-amen?
England hath long been mad, and scarr'd herself;
The brother blindly shed the brother's blood,
The father rashly slaughter'd his own son,
The son, compell'd, been butcher to the sire;
All this divided York and Lancaster,
Divided, in their dire division.-

peace,

O, now, let Richmond and Elizabeth,
The true succeeders of each royal house,
By heaven's fair ordinance conjoin together!
And let their heirs (God, if thy will be so)
Enrich the time to come with smooth-fac'd
With smiling plenty, and fair prosperous
[days!
Abate the edge of traitors, gracious Lord,
That would reduce these bloody days again,
And make poor England weep in streams of blood!
Let them not live to taste this land's increase,
That would with treason wound this fair land's
peace!

Now civil wounds are stopp'd, peace lives again:
That she may long live here, God say-Amen!
[Exeunt.

INTRODUCTION TO KING HENRY THE EIGHTH.

THIS drama commences in the twelfth year of Henry's reign, with the arrest of the Duke of Buckingham, in April, 1521, and terminates with the birth of the Princess Elizabeth, on the 7th of September, 1533; thus including a period of twelve years. Queen Katharine lived until 1536, three years after the birth of Elizabeth; but, for the sake of dramatic effect, the poet anticipates

her death.

denying Henry's supremacy in ecclesiastical government.

Many writers consider that Shakespeare has rendered Henry sufficiently detestable. We cannot think so. It is a portrait in which the most repulsive features are omitted; certainly the poet has made his hypocrisy transparent enough: he shows plainly that it was adulterous longings, and not religious scruples, that made him repudiate the noble-minded Katharine; but he pauses here, and leaves Henry's grim cruelties untouched. In Katharine's dying moments she was not even permitted to see her own daughter -a request which she many times repeated; and the unhappy queen whom he had discarded for the embraces of a younger beauty, terminated her days in sadness, uncheered even by the voice of her own child.

There is less satisfaction felt in contemplating this play, than is to be derived from any of Shakespeare's acknowledged and mature works. Some very fine writing there is in it: the meek sorrows of Katharine arrest our attention, and engage our sympathy; and the gorgeous" kingcardinal" is drawn with metaphysical skill: but the subject defeated our poet. It was unsafe fairly to expose and dissect the character of the tyrant who was the father of his sovereign and Anne Bullen had been bred in the gay court patroness. Shakespeare has exhibited the las-of France, and, when she attracted the notice of civious savage in the only point of view in which he does not excite shuddering and disgust. To have given a true portrait of Henry, he should have embraced a longer period of his history; have at least alluded to the numerous fires in Smithfield, and shown that protestants were burnt for heresy, while catholics were hanged for

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Henry, was in her twentieth_year.
months after the death of Katharine, Anne
Bullen was doomed. She had been a queen but
three years: on the day after her execution, or
rather murder, the king married Jane Seymour.

The two most finished characters in this play are Queen Katharine and Cardinal Wolsey.

Shakespeare robes the former with great dignity, both of mind and person. She is a perfect model of a noble matron: patient towards her sovereign and oppressor, yet jealous of her own dignity; and, in her deepest dejection, relying upon Eternal Justice

"Heaven is above all yet; there sits a Judge That no king can corrupt."

Her death-scene is exceedingly affecting; her generous care for her dependents, touching and womanly. The poet endeavours to compensate for her trials and sufferings here, by showing her, through the means of a dream, at the very portals of paradise. Wolsey is a singular compound of opposing qualities-grasping, yet profusely liberal; supercilious and haughty, yet parasitical and mean; courageous and capable in prosperity, yet timid and helpless in adversity. His talent for magnificence amounts to genius. He gives way to pleasure; is gay and cheerful; he covers his craftiness with an air of blunt frankness. The avarice of the king urged Wolsey to impose unprecedented taxes on the people, and paved the way for his fall. Then he is at once crushed, and grovels in the earth the proud cardinal, with his princely palaces and his kingly retinue, sinks instantly inco the abject and supplicating priest. Then follows his compelled and questionable repentance; and, in the anguish of his spirit, he utters that memorable sentence which Shakespeare, recognising as earnest and passionate poetry which no art could exalt, took from the lips of the fallen statesmen-" Had I but served my God as diligently as I have served the king, he would not have given me over in my grey hairs." The nobie advice which Wolsey, after his fall, gives to Cromwell, had not been

the guide of his own conduct; but it is natural in a declining statesman to preach lofty principles, and even to persuade himself that he had practised them. The two opposite estimates of his character by Queen Katharine and her attendant Griffith, after the cardinal's death, are profound analysations of a remarkable mind, and show what opposing portraits of the same object may be taken from different points of view. After praise and blame, cometh the truth; and Shakespeare has given us a singularly accurate picture of the luxurious and powerful cardinal. Whatever were Wolsey's faults, it is probable that he restrained the tyranny of the king; for Henry did not plunge into his revolting cruelties until after the death of his great minister.

One thing which strikes the reader of this drama, is the slavish meanness of the nobility, in comparison with their turbulent defiance of the crown during the reign of the peaceful Henry the Sixth. Indeed, this play has a far more modern air and appearance than its predecessors at the period to which it refers, society was in a transition state; the iron barons of the old age had passed away, and the birth of our intellectual era was rapidly approaching.

We cannot conclude this notice without directing attention to the exquisite adulation to Queen Elizabeth, with which the play terminates; a piece of flattery which may be excused on account of its elegance and appropriateness. The few lines introduced into it, in eulogy of James the First, are doubtless the work of Ben Jonson, and although not without power, spoil the unity and integrity of the speech.

Malone attributes the production of this play to the year 1601-two years previous to the death of the poet's patron, Elizabeth.

King Henry the Eighth.

Persons Represented.

KING HENRY THE EIGHTH.

CARDINAL WOLSEY. CARDINAL CAMPEIUS.

Garter, King at Arms.

Surveyor to the Duke of Buckingham.

CAPUCIUS, Ambassador from the Emp. Charles V. BRANDON, and a Sergeant-at-Arms.
CRANMER, Archbishop of Canterbury.

DUKE OF NORFOLK. DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM.

DUKE OF SUFFOLK.

Lord Chamberlain.

EARL OF SURREY.

Lord Chancellor.

GARDINER, Bishop of Winchester.

BISHOP OF LINCOLN.

LORD ABERGAVENNY. LORD SANDS.

Sir HENRY GUILDFORD. Sir THOMAS LOVELL.
Sir ANTHONY DENNY. Sir NICHOLAS VAUX.
Secretaries to Wolsey.

CROMWELL, Servant to Wolsey.

GRIFFITH, Gentleman Usher to Queen Katharine.
Three other Gentlemen.

DOCTOR BUTTS, Physician to the King.

Door-keeper of the Council Chamber.
Porter, and his Man.

Page to Gardiner. A Crier.

QUEEN KATHARINE, Wife to King Henry, after-
wards divorced.

ANNE BULLEN, her Maid of Honour; afterwards
Queen.

An Old Lady, Friend to Anne Bullen.
PATIENCE, Woman to Queen Katharine.

Several Lords and Ladies in the Dumb Shows:
Women attending upon the Queen; Spirits,
which appear to her; Scribes, Officers, Guards,
and other Attendants.

SCENE.-Chiefly in London and Westminster: once, at Kimbolton.

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

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