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King Henry VIII
act i   Scene 2.
William Shakespeare
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       BUCKINGHAM
       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
       London. The Council Chamber
       Cornets. Enter KING HENRY, leaning on the CARDINAL'S shoulder, the NOBLES, and SIR THOMAS LOVELL, with others. The CARDINAL places himself under the KING'S feet on his right side
       KING
       My life itself, and the best heart of it,
       Thanks you for this great care; I stood i' th' level
       Of a full-charg'd confederacy, and give thanks
       To you that chok'd it. Let be call'd before us
       That gentleman of Buckingham's. In person
       I'll hear his confessions justify;
       And point by point the treasons of his master
       He shall again relate.
       A noise within, crying 'Room for the Queen!' Enter the QUEEN, usher'd by the DUKES OF NORFOLK and SUFFOLK; she kneels. The KING riseth from his state, takes her up, kisses and placeth her by him
       QUEEN KATHARINE
       Nay, we must longer kneel: I am suitor.
       KING
       Arise, and take place by us. Half your suit
       Never name to us: you have half our power.
       The other moiety ere you ask is given;
       Repeat your will, and take it.
       QUEEN KATHARINE
       Thank your Majesty.
       That you would love yourself, and in that love
       Not unconsidered leave your honour nor
       The dignity of your office, is the point
       Of my petition.
       KING
       Lady mine, proceed.
       QUEEN KATHARINE
       I am solicited, not by a few,
       And those of true condition, that your subjects
       Are in great grievance: there have been commissions
       Sent down among 'em which hath flaw'd the heart
       Of all their loyalties; wherein, although,
       My good Lord Cardinal, they vent reproaches
       Most bitterly on you as putter-on
       Of these exactions, yet the King our master-
       Whose honour Heaven shield from soil!-even he escapes not
       Language unmannerly; yea, such which breaks
       The sides of loyalty, and almost appears
       In loud rebellion.
       NORFOLK
       Not almost appears-
       It doth appear; for, upon these taxations,
       The clothiers all, not able to maintain
       The many to them 'longing, have put of
       The spinsters, carders, fullers, weavers, who
       Unfit for other life, compell'd by hunger
       And lack of other means, in desperate manner
       Daring th' event to th' teeth, are all in uproar,
       And danger serves among them.
       KING
       Taxation!
       Wherein? and what taxation? My Lord Cardinal,
       You that are blam'd for it alike with us,
       Know you of this taxation?
       WOLSEY
       Please you, sir,
       I know but of a single part in aught
       Pertains to th' state, and front but in that file
       Where others tell steps with me.
       QUEEN KATHARINE
       No, my lord!
       You know no more than others! But you frame
       Things that are known alike, which are not wholesome
       To those which would not know them, and yet must
       Perforce be their acquaintance. These exactions,
       Whereof my sovereign would have note, they are
       Most pestilent to th' hearing; and to bear 'em
       The back is sacrifice to th' load. They say
       They are devis'd by you, or else you suffer
       Too hard an exclamation.
       KING
       Still exaction!
       The nature of it? In what kind, let's know,
       Is this exaction?
       QUEEN KATHARINE
       I am much too venturous
       In tempting of your patience, but am bold'ned
       Under your promis'd pardon. The subjects' grief
       Comes through commissions, which compels from each
       The sixth part of his substance, to be levied
       Without delay; and the pretence for this
       Is nam'd your wars in France. This makes bold mouths;
       Tongues spit their duties out, and cold hearts freeze
       Allegiance in them; their curses now
       Live where their prayers did; and it's come to pass
       This tractable obedience is a slave
       To each incensed will. I would your Highness
       Would give it quick consideration, for
       There is no primer business.
       KING
       By my life,
       This is against our pleasure.
       WOLSEY
       And for me,
       I have no further gone in this than by
       A single voice; and that not pass'd me but
       By learned approbation of the judges. If I am
       Traduc'd by ignorant tongues, which neither know
       My faculties nor person, yet will be
       The chronicles of my doing, let me say
       'Tis but the fate of place, and the rough brake
       That virtue must go through. We must not stint
       Our necessary actions in the fear
       To cope malicious censurers, which ever
       As rav'nous fishes do a vessel follow
       That is new-trimm'd, but benefit no further
       Than vainly longing. What we oft do best,
       By sick interpreters, once weak ones, is
       Not ours, or not allow'd; what worst, as oft
       Hitting a grosser quality, is cried up
       For our best act. If we shall stand still,
       In fear our motion will be mock'd or carp'd at,
       We should take root here where we sit, or sit
       State-statues only.
       KING
       Things done well
       And with a care exempt themselves from fear:
       Things done without example, in their issue
       Are to be fear'd. Have you a precedent
       Of this commission? I believe, not any.
       We must not rend our subjects from our laws,
       And stick them in our will. Sixth part of each?
       A trembling contribution! Why, we take
       From every tree lop, bark, and part o' th' timber;
       And though we leave it with a root, thus hack'd,
       The air will drink the sap. To every county
       Where this is question'd send our letters with
       Free pardon to each man that has denied
       The force of this commission. Pray, look tot;
       I put it to your care.
       WOLSEY
       [Aside to the SECRETARY] A word with you.
       Let there be letters writ to every shire
       Of the King's grace and pardon. The grieved commons
       Hardly conceive of me-let it be nois'd
       That through our intercession this revokement
       And pardon comes. I shall anon advise you
       Further in the proceeding.
       Exit SECRETARY
       Enter SURVEYOR
       QUEEN KATHARINE
       I am sorry that the Duke of Buckingham
       Is run in your displeasure.
       KING
       It grieves many.
       The gentleman is learn'd and a most rare speaker;
       To nature none more bound; his training such
       That he may furnish and instruct great teachers
       And never seek for aid out of himself. Yet see,
       When these so noble benefits shall prove
       Not well dispos'd, the mind growing once corrupt,
       They turn to vicious forms, ten times more ugly
       Than ever they were fair. This man so complete,
       Who was enroll'd 'mongst wonders, and when we,
       Almost with ravish'd list'ning, could not find
       His hour of speech a minute-he, my lady,
       Hath into monstrous habits put the graces
       That once were his, and is become as black
       As if besmear'd in hell. Sit by us; you shall hear-
       This was his gentleman in trust-of him
       Things to strike honour sad. Bid him recount
       The fore-recited practices, whereof
       We cannot feel too little, hear too much.
       WOLSEY
       Stand forth, and with bold spirit relate what you,
       Most like a careful subject, have collected
       Out of the Duke of Buckingham.
       KING
       Speak freely.
       SURVEYOR
       First, it was usual with him-every day
       It would infect his speech-that if the King
       Should without issue die, he'll carry it so
       To make the sceptre his. These very words
       I've heard him utter to his son-in-law,
       Lord Aberga'ny, to whom by oath he menac'd
       Revenge upon the Cardinal.
       WOLSEY
       Please your Highness, note
       This dangerous conception in this point:
       Not friended by his wish, to your high person
       His will is most malignant, and it stretches
       Beyond you to your friends.
       QUEEN KATHARINE
       My learn'd Lord Cardinal,
       Deliver all with charity.
       KING
       Speak on.
       How grounded he his title to the crown
       Upon our fail? To this point hast thou heard him
       At any time speak aught?
       SURVEYOR
       He was brought to this
       By a vain prophecy of Nicholas Henton.
       KING
       What was that Henton?
       SURVEYOR
       Sir, a Chartreux friar,
       His confessor, who fed him every minute
       With words of sovereignty.
       KING
       How know'st thou this?
       SURVEYOR
       Not long before your Highness sped to France,
       The Duke being at the Rose, within the parish
       Saint Lawrence Poultney, did of me demand
       What was the speech among the Londoners
       Concerning the French journey. I replied
       Men fear'd the French would prove perfidious,
       To the King's danger. Presently the Duke
       Said 'twas the fear indeed and that he doubted
       'Twould prove the verity of certain words
       Spoke by a holy monk 'that oft' says he
       'Hath sent to me, wishing me to permit
       John de la Car, my chaplain, a choice hour
       To hear from him a matter of some moment;
       Whom after under the confession's seal
       He solemnly had sworn that what he spoke
       My chaplain to no creature living but
       To me should utter, with demure confidence
       This pausingly ensu'd: "Neither the King nor's heirs,
       Tell you the Duke, shall prosper; bid him strive
       To gain the love o' th' commonalty; the Duke
       Shall govern England."'
       QUEEN KATHARINE
       If I know you well,
       You were the Duke's surveyor, and lost your office
       On the complaint o' th' tenants. Take good heed
       You charge not in your spleen a noble person
       And spoil your nobler soul. I say, take heed;
       Yes, heartily beseech you.
       KING
       Let him on.
       Go forward.
       SURVEYOR
       On my soul, I'll speak but truth.
       I told my lord the Duke, by th' devil's illusions
       The monk might be deceiv'd, and that 'twas dangerous
       for him
       To ruminate on this so far, until
       It forg'd him some design, which, being believ'd,
       It was much like to do. He answer'd 'Tush,
       It can do me no damage'; adding further
       That, had the King in his last sickness fail'd,
       The Cardinal's and Sir Thomas Lovell's heads
       Should have gone off.
       KING
       Ha! what, so rank? Ah ha!
       There's mischief in this man. Canst thou say further?
       SURVEYOR
       I can, my liege.
       KING
       Proceed.
       SURVEYOR
       Being at Greenwich,
       After your Highness had reprov'd the Duke
       About Sir William Bulmer-
       KING
       I remember
       Of such a time: being my sworn servant,
       The Duke retain'd him his. But on: what hence?
       SURVEYOR
       'If' quoth he 'I for this had been committed-
       As to the Tower I thought-I would have play'd
       The part my father meant to act upon
       Th' usurper Richard; who, being at Salisbury,
       Made suit to come in's presence, which if granted,
       As he made semblance of his duty, would
       Have put his knife into him.'
       KING
       A giant traitor!
       WOLSEY
       Now, madam, may his Highness live in freedom,
       And this man out of prison?
       QUEEN KATHARINE
       God mend all!
       KING
       There's something more would out of thee: what say'st?
       SURVEYOR
       After 'the Duke his father' with the 'knife,'
       He stretch'd him, and, with one hand on his dagger,
       Another spread on's breast, mounting his eyes,
       He did discharge a horrible oath, whose tenour
       Was, were he evil us'd, he would outgo
       His father by as much as a performance
       Does an irresolute purpose.
       KING
       There's his period,
       To sheath his knife in us. He is attach'd;
       Call him to present trial. If he may
       Find mercy in the law, 'tis his; if none,
       Let him not seek't of us. By day and night!
       He's traitor to th' height.
       Exeunt
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Dramatis Personae
Prologue.
act i
   Scene 1.
   Scene 2.
   Scene 3.
   Scene 4.
act ii
   Scene 1.
   Scene 2.
   Scene 3.
   Scene 4.
act iii
   Scene 1.
   Scene 2.
act iv
   Scene 1.
   Scene 2.
act v
   Scene 1.
   Scene 2.
   Scene 3.
   Scene 4.
   Scene 5.
Epilogue