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>King Henry the Eighth

DRAMATIS PERSONAE

      KING HENRY THE EIGHTH

      CARDINAL WOLSEY CARDINAL CAMPEIUS

      CAPUCIUS, Ambassador from the Emperor Charles V

      CRANMER, ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY

      DUKE OF NORFOLK DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM

      DUKE OF SUFFOLK EARL OF SURREY

      LORD CHAMBERLAIN LORD CHANCELLOR

      GARDINER, BISHOP OF WINCHESTER

      BISHOP OF LINCOLN LORD ABERGAVENNY

      LORD SANDYS 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 GENTLEMEN

      DOCTOR BUTTS, physician to the King

      GARTER KING-AT-ARMS

      SURVEYOR to the Duke of Buckingham

      BRANDON, and a SERGEANT-AT-ARMS

      DOORKEEPER Of the Council chamber

      PORTER, and his MAN PAGE to Gardiner

      A CRIER

      QUEEN KATHARINE, wife to King Henry, afterwards divorced

      ANNE BULLEN, her Maid of Honour, afterwards Queen

      AN OLD LADY, friend to Anne Bullen

      PATIENCE, woman to Queen Katharine

      Lord Mayor, Aldermen, Lords and Ladies in the Dumb Shows; Women attending upon the Queen; Scribes, Officers, Guards, and other Attendants; Spirits

       SCENE:

      London; Westminster; Kimbolton

      THE 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.

      ACT I. SCENE 1

      London. The palace

      Enter the DUKE OF NORFOLK at one door; at the other, the DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM and the LORD ABERGAVENNY

        BUCKINGHAM. Good morrow, and well met. How have ye done

          Since last we saw in France?

        NORFOLK. I thank your Grace,

          Healthful; and ever since a fresh admirer

          Of what I saw there.

        BUCKINGHAM. An untimely ague

          Stay'd me a prisoner in my chamber when

          Those suns of glory, those two lights of men,

          Met in the vale of Andren.

        NORFOLK. 'Twixt Guynes and Arde-

          I was then present, saw them salute on horseback;

          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?

        BUCKINGHAM. All the whole time

          I was my chamber's prisoner.

        NORFOLK. Then you lost

          The view of earthly glory; men might say,

          Till this time pomp was single, but now married

          To one above itself. Each following day

          Became the next day's master, till the last

          Made former wonders its. To-day the French,

          All clinquant, all in gold, like heathen gods,

          Shone down the English; and to-morrow they

          Made Britain India: every man that stood

          Show'd like a mine. Their dwarfish pages were

          As cherubins, an gilt; the madams too,

          Not us'd to toil, did almost sweat to bear

          The pride upon them, that their very labour

          Was to them as a painting. Now this masque

          Was cried 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: him in eye

          still him in praise; and being present both,

          'Twas said they saw but one, and no discerner

          Durst 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 former fabulous story,

          Being now seen possible enough, got credit,

          That Bevis was believ'd.

        BUCKINGHAM. O, you go far!

        NORFOLK. As I belong to worship, and affect

          In honour honesty, the tract of ev'rything

          Would by a good discourser


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