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$Unique_ID{SSP03802} $Title{King Henry VIII: Act I, Scene I} $Author{Shakespeare, William} $Subject{} $Log{Dramatis Personae*03800.txt} Portions copyright (c) CMC ReSearch, Inc., 1989 The Complete Works of William Shakespeare KING HENRY VIII ACT I ................................................................................ SCENE I: London. An ante-chamber in the palace. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . {Enter NORFOLK at one door; at the other, BUCKINGHAM and 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; 10 Which had they, what four throned 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 20 Made Britain India: every man that stood Show'd like a mine. Their dwarfish pages were As cherubins, all guilt: the madams too, Not used 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 the 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, 30 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 challenged 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 believed. BUCKINGHAM: O, you go far. NORFOLK: As I belong to worship and affect In honour honesty, the tract of every thing 40 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. BUCKINGHAM: Who did guide, I mean, who set the body and the limbs Of this great sport together, as you guess? NORFOLK: One, certes, that promises no element In such a business. BUCKINGHAM: I pray you, who, my lord? NORFOLK: All this was order'd by the good discretion 50 Of the right reverend Cardinal of York. BUCKINGHAM: 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' the beneficial sun And keep it from the earth. NORFOLK: 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 60 For high feats done to the crown; neither allied For eminent assistants; but, spider-like, Out of his self-drawing web, he 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. ABERGAVENNY: 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, 70 Or has given all before, and he begins A new hell in himself. BUCKINGHAM: Why the devil, Upon this French going out, took he upon him, Without the privity o' the king, to 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 honour He meant to lay upon: and his own letter, The honourable board of council out, Must fetch him in the papers. ABERGAVENNY: I do know 80 Kinsmen of mine, three at the least, that have By this so sickened their estates, that never They shall abound as formerly. BUCKINGHAM: 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? NORFOLK: Grievingly I think, The peace between the French and us not values The cost that did conclude it. BUCKINGHAM: Every man, After the hideous storm that follow'd, was 90 A thing inspired; and, not consulting, broke Into a general prophecy; That this tempest, Dashing the garment of this peace, aboded The sudden breach on't. NORFOLK: Which is budded out; For France hath flaw'd the league, and hath attach'd Our merchants' goods at Bourdeaux. ABERGAVENNY: Is it therefore The ambassador is silenced? NORFOLK: Marry, is't. ABERGAVENNY: A proper title of a peace; and purchased At a superfluous rate! BUCKINGHAM: Why, all this business Our reverend cardinal carried. NORFOLK: Like it your grace, 100 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 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, 110 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. CARDINAL WOLSEY in his passage fixeth his eye on BUCKINGHAM, and BUCKINGHAM on him, both full of disdain.} CARDINAL WOLSEY: The Duke of Buckingham's surveyor, ha? Where's his examination? First Secretary: Here, so please you. CARDINAL WOLSEY: Is he in person ready? First Secretary: Ay, please your grace. CARDINAL WOLSEY: Well, we shall then know more; and Buckingham Shall lessen this big look. [Exeunt CARDINAL WOLSEY and his Train.] BUCKINGHAM: This butcher's cur is venom-mouth'd, and I 120 Have not the power to muzzle him; therefore best Not wake him in his slumber. A beggar's book Outworths a noble's blood. NORFOLK: What, are you chafed? Ask God for temperance; that's the appliance only Which your disease requires. BUCKINGHAM: I read in's looks Matter against me; and his eye reviled Me, as his abject object: at this instant He bores me with some trick: he's gone to the king; I'll follow and outstare him. NORFOLK: Stay, my lord, And let your reason with your choler question 130 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. BUCKINGHAM: I'll to the king; And from a mouth of honour quite cry down This Ipswich fellow's insolence; or proclaim There's difference in no persons. NORFOLK: Be advised; Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot 140 That it do singe yourself: we may outrun, By violent swiftness, that which we run at, And lose by over-running. Know you not, The fire that mounts the liquor til run o'er, In seeming to augment it wastes it? Be advised: 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. BUCKINGHAM: Sir, I am thankful to you; and I'll go along 150 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. NORFOLK: Say not 'treasonous.' BUCKINGHAM: To the 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 ravenous As he is subtle, and as prone to mischief 160 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, the interview, That swallow'd so much treasure, and like a glass Did break i' the rinsing. NORFOLK: Faith, and so it did. BUCKINGHAM: Pray, give me favour, sir. This cunning cardinal The articles o' the combination drew As himself pleased; and they were ratified 170 As he cried 'Thus let be': to as much end As give a crutch to the 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 the old dam, treason,--Charles the emperor, Under pretence to see the queen his aunt-- For 'twas indeed his colour, but he came To whisper Wolsey,--here makes visitation: His fears were, that the interview betwixt 180 England and France might, through their amity, Breed him some prejudice; for from this league Peep'd harms that menaced him: he privily Deals with our cardinal; and, as I trow,-- Which I do well; for I am sure the emperor Paid ere he promised; whereby his suit was granted Ere it was ask'd; but when the way was made, And paved with gold, the emperor thus desired , That he would please to alter the king's course, And break the foresaid peace. Let the king know, 190 As soon he shall by me, that thus the cardinal Does buy and sell his honour as he pleases, And for his own advantage. NORFOLK: I am sorry To hear this of him; and could wish he were Something mistaken in't. BUCKINGHAM: 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: Your office, sergeant; execute it. Sergeant: Sir, My lord the Duke of Buckingham, and Earl Of Hereford, Stafford, and Northampton, I 200 Arrest thee of high treason, in the name Of our most sovereign king. BUCKINGHAM: Lo, you, my lord, The net has fall'n upon me! I shall perish Under device and practise. BRANDON: I am sorry To see you ta'en from liberty, to look on The business present: 'tis his highness' pleasure You shall to the Tower. BUCKINGHAM: It will help me nothing To plead mine innocence; for that dye is on me Which makes my whitest part black. The will of heaven Be done in this and all things! I obey. 210 O my Lord Abergavenny, fare you well! BRANDON: Nay, he must bear you company. The king [To ABERGAVENNY.] Is pleased you shall to the Tower, till you know How he determines further. ABERGAVENNY: As the duke said, The will of heaven be done, and the king's pleasure By me obey'd! BRANDON: Here is a warrant from The king to attach Lord Montacute; and the bodies Of the duke's confessor, John de la Car, One Gilbert Peck, his chancellor-- BUCKINGHAM: So, so; These are the limbs o' the plot: no more, I hope. 220 BRANDON: A monk o' the Chartreux. BUCKINGHAM: O, Nicholas Hopkins? BRANDON: He. 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 darkening my clear sun. My lord, farewell. [Exeunt.]