Henry VIII
Act I, Scene 1
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 Abergavenny.
Duke of Buckingham
1 - 2- Good morrow, and well met. How have ye done
- Since last we saw in France?
Duke of Norfolk
3 - 5- I thank your Grace:
- Healthful, and ever since a fresh admirer
- Of what I saw there.
Duke of Buckingham
6 - 9- 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.
Duke of Norfolk
10 - 15- ’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?
Duke of Buckingham
16 - 17- All the whole time
- I was my chamber’s prisoner.
Duke of Norfolk
18 - 43- 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. Today the French,
- All clinquant, all in gold, like heathen gods,
- Shone down the English; and, tomorrow, they
- Made Britain India: every man that stood
- Show’d like a mine. Their dwarfish pages were
- As cherubins, all gilt; the madams too,
- Not us’d to toil, did almost sweat to bear
- The pride upon them, that their very labor
- 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.
Duke of Buckingham
44- O, you go far.
Duke of Norfolk
45 - 51- As I belong to worship and affect
- In honor honesty, 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 rebell’d,
- Order gave each thing view; the office did
- Distinctly his full function.
Duke of Buckingham
52 - 54- Who did guide—
- I mean, who set the body and the limbs
- Of this great sport together, as you guess?
Duke of Norfolk
55 - 56- One, certes, that promises no element
- In such a business.
Duke of Buckingham
57- I pray you, who, my lord?
Duke of Norfolk
58 - 59- All this was ord’red by the good discretion
- Of the right reverend Cardinal of York.
Duke of Buckingham
60 - 65- The devil speed him! No man’s pie is freed
- From his ambitious finger. What had he
- To do in these fierce vanities? I wonder
- That such a keech can with his very bulk
- Take up the rays o’ th’ beneficial sun,
- And keep it from the earth.
Duke of Norfolk
66 - 75- Surely, sir,
- There’s in him stuff that puts him to these ends;
- For being not propp’d by ancestry, whose grace
- Chalks successors their way, nor call’d upon
- For high feats done to th’ crown, neither allied
- To eminent assistants, but spider-like
- Out of his self-drawing web, ’a gives us note
- The force of his own merit makes his way—
- A gift that heaven gives for him, which buys
- A place next to the King.
Lord Abergavenny
76 - 82- I cannot tell
- What heaven hath given 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 given all before, and he begins
- A new hell in himself.
Duke of Buckingham
83 - 91- Why the devil,
- Upon this French going out, took he upon him
- (Without the privity o’ th’ King) t’ appoint
- Who should attend on him? He makes up the file
- Of all the gentry; for the most part such
- To whom as great a charge as little honor
- He meant to lay upon; and his own letter,
- The honorable Board of Council out,
- Must fetch him in he papers.
Lord Abergavenny
92 - 95- I do know
- Kinsmen of mine, three at the least, that have
- By this so sicken’d their estates, that never
- They shall abound as formerly.
Duke of Buckingham
96 - 100- O, many
- Have broke their backs with laying manors on ’em
- For this great journey. What did this vanity
- But minister communication of
- A most poor issue?
Duke of Norfolk
101 - 103- Grievingly I think
- The peace between the French and us not values
- The cost that did conclude it.
Duke of Buckingham
104 - 109- Every man,
- After the hideous storm that follow’d, was
- A thing inspir’d, and, not consulting, broke
- Into a general prophecy: that this tempest,
-
Dashing the garment of this peace, aboded
Apr 20, 2020 Miko foretold - The sudden breach on’t.
Duke of Norfolk
110 - 112- Which is budded out,
- For France hath flaw’d the league, and hath attach’d
- Our merchants’ goods at Bordeaux.
Lord Abergavenny
113 - 114- Is it therefore
- Th’ ambassador is silenc’d?
Duke of Norfolk
115- Marry, is’t.
Lord Abergavenny
116 - 117- A proper title of a peace, and purchas’d
- At a superfluous rate!
Duke of Buckingham
118 - 119- Why, all this business
- Our reverend Cardinal carried.
Duke of Norfolk
120 - 134- 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
- Honor and plenteous safety) that you 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 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 ’twill 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 an Buckingham,
- and Buckingham on him, both full of disdain.
Cardinal Wolsey
135 - 136- The Duke of Buckingham’s surveyor? Ha?
- Where’s his examination?
Wolsey’s First Secretary
137- Here, so please you.
Cardinal Wolsey
138- Is he in person ready?
Wolsey’s First Secretary
139- Ay, please your Grace.
Cardinal Wolsey
140 - 141- Well, we shall then know more, and Buckingham
- Shall lessen this big look.
- Exeunt Cardinal and his Train.
Duke of Buckingham
142 - 145- This butcher’s cur is venom’d-mouth’d, and I
- Have not the power to muzzle him, therefore best
- Not wake him in his slumber. A beggar’s book
- Outworths a noble’s blood.
Duke of Norfolk
146 - 148- What, are you chaf’d?
- Ask God for temp’rance, that’s th’ appliance only
- Which your disease requires.
Duke of Buckingham
149 - 153- I read in ’s looks
- Matter against me, and his eye revil’d
- Me as his abject object; at this instant
- He bores me with some trick. He’s gone to th’ King;
- I’ll follow and outstare him.
Duke of Norfolk
154 - 161- Stay, my lord,
- And let your reason with your choler question
- What ’tis you go about: to climb steep hills
- Requires slow pace at first. Anger is like
- A full hot horse, who being allow’d his way,
- Self-mettle tires him. Not a man in England
- Can advise me like you; be to yourself
- As you would to your friend.
Duke of Buckingham
162 - 165- I’ll to the King,
- And from a mouth of honor quite cry down
- This Ipswich fellow’s insolence; or proclaim
- There’s difference in no persons.
Duke of Norfolk
166 - 176- Be advis’d;
- Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot
- That it do singe yourself. We may outrun
- By violent swiftness that which we run at,
- And lose by overrunning. Know you not
- The fire that mounts the liquor till’t run o’er
- In seeming to augment it wastes it? Be advis’d;
- I say again, there is no English soul
- More stronger to direct you than yourself,
- If with the sap of reason you would quench,
- Or but allay, the fire of passion.
Duke of Buckingham
177 - 184- Sir,
- I am thankful to you, and I’ll go along
- By your prescription; but this top-proud fellow,
- Whom from the flow of gall I name not, but
- From sincere motions, by intelligence,
- And proofs as clear as founts in July when
- We see each grain of gravel, I do know
- To be corrupt and treasonous.
Duke of Norfolk
185- Say not treasonous.
Duke of Buckingham
186 - 196- To th’ King I’ll say’t, and make my vouch as strong
- As shore of rock. Attend. This holy fox,
- Or wolf, or both (for he is equal rav’nous
- As he is subtile, and as prone to mischief
- As able to perform’t), his mind and place
- Infecting one another, yea, reciprocally,
- Only to show his pomp as well in France
- As here at home, suggests the King our master
- To this last costly treaty—th’ interview
- That swallowed so much treasure, and like a glass
- Did break i’ th’ wrenching.
Duke of Norfolk
197- Faith, and so it did.
Duke of Buckingham
198 - 223- Pray give me favor, sir: this cunning Cardinal
- The articles o’ th’ combination drew
- As himself pleas’d; and they were ratified
- As he cried, “Thus let be!” to as much end
- As give a crutch to th’ dead. But our count-cardinal
- Has done this, and ’tis well; for worthy Wolsey
- (Who cannot err), he did it. Now this follows
- (Which, as I take it, is a kind of puppy
- To th’ old dam, treason), Charles the Emperor,
- Under pretense to see the Queen his aunt
- (For ’twas indeed his color, but he came
- To whisper Wolsey), here makes visitation—
- His fears were that the interview betwixt
- England and France might through their amity
- Breed him some prejudice; for from this league
- Peep’d harms that menac’d him—privily
- Deals with our Cardinal, and, as I trow—
- Which I do well, for I am sure the Emperor
- Paid ere he promis’d, whereby his suit was granted
- Ere it was ask’d—but when the way was made
- And pav’d with gold, the Emperor thus desir’d,
- That he would please to alter the King’s course,
- And break the foresaid peace. Let the King know
- (As soon he shall by me) that thus the Cardinal
- Does buy and sell his honor as he pleases,
- And for his own advantage.
Duke of Norfolk
224 - 226- I am sorry
- To hear this of him; and could wish he were
- Something mistaken in’t.
Duke of Buckingham
227 - 229- No, not a syllable:
- I do pronounce him in that very shape
- He shall appear in proof.
- Enter Brandon, a Sergeant at Arms before him, and two or
- three of the Guard.
Brandon
230- Your office, sergeant; execute it.
Sergeant at Arms
231 - 235- Sir,
- My lord the Duke of Buckingham and Earl
- Of Herford, Stafford, and Northampton, I
- Arrest thee of high treason, in the name
- Of our most sovereign King.
Duke of Buckingham
236 - 238- Lo you, my lord,
- The net has fall’n upon me! I shall perish
- Under device and practice.
Brandon
239 - 242- I am sorry
- To see you ta’en from liberty, to look on
- The business present. ’Tis his Highness’ pleasure
- You shall to th’ Tower.
Duke of Buckingham
243 - 247- It will help me nothing
- To plead mine innocence; for that dye is on me
- Which makes my whit’st part black. The will of heav’n
- Be done in this and all things! I obey.
- O my Lord Aburga’ny, fare you well!
Brandon
248 - 251- Nay, he must bear you company.
- To Abergavenny.
- The King
- Is pleas’d you shall to th’ Tower, till you know
- How he determines further.
Lord Abergavenny
252 - 254- As the Duke said,
- The will of heaven be done, and the King’s pleasure
- By me obey’d!
Brandon
255 - 258- Here is a warrant from
- The King t’ attach Lord Montacute, and the bodies
- Of the Duke’s confessor, John de la Car,
- One Gilbert Perk, his chancellor—
Duke of Buckingham
259 - 260- So, so;
- These are the limbs o’ th’ plot. No more, I hope?
Brandon
261- A monk o’ th’ Chartreux.
Duke of Buckingham
262- O, Nicholas Hopkins?
Brandon
263- He.
Duke of Buckingham
264 - 268- My surveyor is false; the o’er-great Cardinal
- Hath show’d him gold; my life is spann’d already.
- I am the shadow of poor Buckingham,
- Whose figure even this instant cloud puts on
- By dark’ning my clear sun. My lord, farewell.
- Exeunt.
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