A milk-fop, one that never in his life
Felt fo much cold as over fhoes in fnow?
Let's whip thefe ftragglers o'er the feas again;
Lash hence these over-weening rags of France,
These famifh'd beggars, weary of their lives;
Who, but for dreaming on this fond exploit,
For want of means, poor rats, had hang'd themselves:
If we be conquer'd, let men conquer us,
And not these baftard Brittains; whom our fathers
Have in their own land beaten, bobb'd, and thump'd,
And, on record, left them the heirs of shame.
Shall thefe enjoy our lands? lie with our wives?
Ravifh 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 ftaves !-
Enter a Meflenger.
What fays lord Stanley? will he bring his power?
Mef. My lord, he doth deny to come.
K. Rich. Off with his fon George's head. Nor. My lord, the enemy hath past the marsh; After the battle let George Stanley die.
K. Rich. A thousand hearts are great within my
bofom:
Advance our standards, fet upon our foes;
Our ancient word of courage, fair Saint George,
Inspire us with the spleen of fiery dragons !
Upon them! Victory fits on our helms. [Exeunt.
SCENE IV.
Another part of the field.
Alarum. Excurfions. Enter Catesby.
Catef. Refcue, my lord of Norfolk! rescue!
refcue!
The king enacts more wonders than a man,
Daring an oppofite 2 to every danger;
His horfe is flain, and all on foot he fights,
Secking for Richmond in the throat of death:
Refcue, fair lord, or elfe the day is loft!
Alarum. Enter King Richard.
K. Rich. A horfe! a horfe! my kingdom for a
Catef. Withdraw, my lord, I'll help you to a horfe. K. Rich. Slave, I have fet my life upon a caft, And I will stand the hazard of the dye : I think, there be fix Richmonds in the field; Five have I flain to-day, inftead of him :
A horfe! a horfe! my kingdom for a horse!
Alarums. Enter King Richard and Richmond; they fight, Richard is flain.
Retreat, and flourish. Enter Richmond, Stanley, bearing the crown, with divers other Lords. Richm. God, and your arms, be prais'd, victorious friends;
The day is ours, the bloody dog is dead.
Stanl. Courageous Richmond, well haft thou acquit thee!
Lo, here, thefe long-ufurped royalties
From the dead temples of this bloody wretch
Have I pluck'd off, to grace thy brows withal;
Wear it, enjoy it, and make use of it 3.
Rich. Great God of heaven, fay, Amen, to all!But tell me, is young George Stanley living?
Stanl. He is, my lord, and fafe in Leicester town;
Whither, if it please you, we may now withdraw us.
Richm. What men of name are flain on either fide?
Stanl. John duke of Norfolk, Walter lord Ferrers,
Sir Robert Brakenbury, and Sir William Brandon.
Rich. Interr their bodies as becomes their births.
Proclaim a pardon to the foldiers fled,
That in fubmiffion will return to us;
And then, as we have ta'en the facrament,
We will unite the white rofe and the red :-
Smile heaven upon this fair conjunction,
That long hath frown'd upon their enmity !--
What traitor hears me, and fays not,—Amen?
England hath long been mad, and scarr'd herself;
The brother blindly fhed the brother's blood,
The father rafhly flaughter'd his own fon,
The fon, compell'd, been butcher to the fire;
All this divided York and Lancaster,
| Divided, in their dire divifion.—
O, now let Richmond and Elizabeth,
The true fucceeders of each royal house,
By God's fair ordinance conjoin together!
And let their heirs (God, if thy will be fo)
Enrich the time to come with fmooth-fac'd peace,
With fmiling plenty, and fair profperous days!
Abate the edge of traitors, gracious Lord,
That would reduce thefe bloody days again,
And make poor England weep in streams of blood!
Let them not live to tafte this land's encrease,
That would with treafon wound this fair land's peace!
Now civil wounds are stopp'd, peace lives again;
That the may long live here, God fay-Amen!
That is, fright the fkies with the fhivers of your lances. abufe it like the tyrant you have dellroyed.
.i. c, an adverfary. 3 i. e. don't
King HENRY the Eighth.
Cardinal WOLSEY. Cardinal CAMPEIUS.
CAPUCIUS, Ambafador from the Emperor
Charles V.
CRANMER, Archbishop of Canterbury.
Duke of NORFOLK. Duke of BUCKINGHAM.
Duke of SUFFOLK. Earl of SURREY.
Lord Chamberlain.
Sir THOMAS AUDLEY, Lord Keeper.
GARDINER, Bishop of Winchester.
Bifoop of LINCOLN.
Lord ABERGAVENNY.
Sir HENRY GUILDFORD.
Sir THOMAS LOVELL.
Si ANTHONY DENNY.
Sir NICHOLAS VAUX.
Sir WILLIAM SANDS
CROMWELL, Servant to Wolfey.
GRIFFITH, Gentleman-Uber to Queen Katha
Three other Gentlemen.
Doctor BUTTS, Phyfician to the King,
GARTER, King at Arms.
Surveyor to the Duke of Buckingham.
BRANDON, and a Serjeant at Arms,
Door-keeper of the Council Chamber.
Porter, and bis Man.
Queen KATHARINE.
ANNE BULLEN.
An old Lady, Friend to Anne Bulien.
PATIENCE, Woman to Queen Katharint.
Several Lords and Ladies in the dumb shows,
Women attending upon the Queen. Spirits,
which appear to ber. Scribes, Officers,
Guards, and other Attendants.
The SCENE les moftly in London and Wefiminfler; once, at Kimbolton.
PROLOGU
ICOME no more to make you laugh; things now,
That bear a weighty and a fericus brow,
Sad, bigh, and working, full of flate and woe,
Sach noble fcenes as draw the eye to flow,
We now prefent, Thofe that can pity, here
May, if they think it well, let fall a tear ;
The fubject will deferve it. Such, as give
Their money out of hope they may believe,
May here find truth too. Thofe, that come to fee
Only a fhow or two, and fo agree,
The play may pafs; if they be ftill and willing,
I'll undertake, may fee away their filling
Richly in two short bours. Only they,
That come to bear a merry, bawdy play,
A noife of targets; or to fee a fellow
In a long motley coat2, guarded with yellow,
Will be deceiv'd: for, gentle hearers, know,
To rank our chofen truth with fuch a fhow
As fool and fight is, (befide forfeiting
Our own brains, and the opinion that we bring
To make that only true we now intend 3)
Will leave us never an underflanding friend.
Therefore, for goodness' fake, and as you are known
The fift and happiest bearers of the town,
Be fad, as we would make ye: Think, ye jee
The very perfons of our noble ftory,
As they were living; think, you fee them great,
And follow'd with the general throng, and fweat
Of thoufand friends; then, in a moment, fee
How foon this mightiness meets mifery!
And, if you can be merry then, I'll fuy,
A man may weep upon his wedding-day.
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I Mr. Steevens obferves, that Sir William Sands was created Lord Sands about this time, but is here introduced among the perfons of the drama, as a diftinct character. Sir William has not a fingie fpeech affigned to him; and, to make the blunder the greater, is brought on after Lord Sands has already made his appearance. 2 Alluding to the fools and buffoons, introduced for the generality in the plays a little before our author's time; and of whom he has left us a fmall taite in his own. a i. e. pretend. 4 i. c. an untired admirer.
From his ambitious finger. What had he
I was then prefent, faw them falute on horse-back; Buck. The devil speed him! no man's pye is
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 ?
Buck. All the whole time
I was my chamber's prifoner,
Nor. Then you loft `
The view of earthly glory: Men might fay,
'Till this time, pomp was fingle; but now marry'd
To one above itfelf. Each following day
Became the next day's mafter, 'till the laft
Made former wonders it's: To-day, the French,
All clinquant, all in gold, like heathen gods,
Shone down the Englith; and, to-morrow, they
Made Britain, India: every man, that stood,
Shew'd like a mine. Their dwarf.fh pages were
As cherubims, all gilt: the madams too,
Not us'd to toil, did almoft fweat to bear
The pride upon them, that their very labour
Was to them as a painting: not this mask
Was cry'd incomparable; and the enfuing night
Made it a fool, and beggar. The two kings,
Equal in luftre, were now beft, now worft,
As prefence did prefent them; him in eye,
Still him in praife: and, being prefent both,
'Twas faid, they faw but one: and no difcerner
Durft wag his tongue in cenfure 2. When thefe
funs,
Fer fo they phrase 'em) by their heralds challeng'd
The noble fpirits to arms, they did perform
Beyond thought's compafs; that former fabulous
frory,
Being now feen poffible enough, got credit,
That Bevis 3 was believ'd.
Buck. Oh, you go far.
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do in these fierce vanities? I wonder,
That fuch a keech 7 can with his very bulk
Take up the rays o' the beneficial fun,
And keep it from the earth.
Kintmen of mine, three at the least, that have
By this fo ficken'd their eftates, that never
They fhall abound as formerly.
Have broke their backs with laying manors on them
For this great journey. What did this vanity,
But minitter communication of
A moft poor iffue 11?
Nor. Grievingly I think,
The peace between the French and us not values
The coft that did conclude it.
After the hideous ftorm that follow'd, was
A thing infpir'd; and, not confulting, broke
Into a general prophecy,―That this tempeft,
Dafhing the garment of this peace, aboaded
The fudden breach on't.
1 i, e. all glittering, all shining. 2 Cenfure for determination of which had the noblest appear ance. 3 The old romantic legend of Bevis of Southampton. This Bevis (or Beavois) a Saxon, was for his prow efs created by William the Conqueror earl of Southampton. 4 i. e. the commifion for regulating this feftivity was well executed. 5 No initiation, no previous practices. 61. e. proud. 7 A keech is a folid lump or mafs. A cake of wax or tallow formed in a mould is called yet in fome places a keech. There may, perhaps, be a fingular propriety in this term of contempt. Waley was the fon of a butcher, and in the Second Part of King Henry IV. a butcher's 9 That is, all mention of the board of 101. e. His own letter, by his own fingle authority, and without the coaclarence of the council, must fetch in him whom he papers down. Ii. e. What erect had this pompous how but the production of a wretched conclution ?
wite is called-Goods Reach.
council berg left out of his letter.
Nor. Which is budded out;
For France hath flaw'd the league, and hath attach'And from a mouth of honour quite cry down Our merchants' goods at Bourdeaux.
The ambaffador is filenc'd 1?
This Ipfwich fellow's infolence; or proclaim, There's difference in no perfons.
Heat not a furnace for your foe fo hot
Aber. A proper title of a peace 2; and purchas'd That it do finge yourself: We may out run,
At a fuperfluous rate!
Buck. Why, all this bufinefs
Our reverend cardinal carry'd.
Nor. Like it your grace,
The state takes notice of the private difference
Betwixt you and the cardinal. 1 advife you,
(And take it from a heart that wishes towards you
Honour and plenteous fafety) that you read
The cardinal's malice and his potency
Together to confider further, that
What his high hatred would effect, wants not
A minifter in his power: You know his nature,
That he's revengeful; and I know, his fword
Hath a fharp edge: it's long, and, it may be faid,
It reaches far; and where 'twill not extend,
Thither he darts it. Bofom up my counfel, [rock,
You'll find it wholefome. Lo, where comes that
That I advife your fhunning.
Enter Cardinal Wolfey, the purse borne before him, certain of the guard, and two Secretaries with papers. The Cardinal in bis paffage fixeth his eye on Buckingham, and Buckingham on him, both full of disdain.
Wol. The duke of Buckingham's furveyor? ha? Where's his examination ?
Secr. Here, fo please you.
Wol. Is he in perfon ready?
Serr. Ay, please your grace.
Wol. Well, we shall then know more; and BuckShall leffen this big look.
[Excunt Cardinal, and his train. Buck. This butcher's cur 3 is venom-mouth'd, and I Have not the power to muzzle him; therefore, best Not wake him in his flumber. A beggar's book Out-worths a noble's blood 4.
Nor. What, are you chaf'd?
By violent fwiftnefs, that which we run at,
And lofe by over-running. Know you not,
The fire, that mounts the liquor 'till it run o'er,
In feeming to augment it, waftes it? Be advis'd;
I Yay again, there is no English foul
More ftronger to direct you than yourself;
If with the fap of reafon you would quench,
Or but allay, the fire of paffion.
I am thankful to you; and I'll go along
By your prefcription :-but this top-proud fellow,
(Whom from the flow of gall I name not, but
From fincere motions 6) by intelligence,
And proofs as clear as founts in July, when
We fee each grain of gravel, I do know
To be corrupt and treafonous.
Nor. Say not, treasonous.
[as ftrong
Buck. To the king I fay't; and make my vouch
As fhore of rock. Attend. This holy fox,
Or wolf, or both, (for he is equal ravenous
As he is fubtle; and as prone to mifchief
As able to perform 't: his mind and place
Infecting one another, yea, reciprocally)
Only to fhew his pomp as well in France
As here at home, fuggefts 7 the king our mafter
To this laft coftly treaty, the interview,
That fwallow'd fo much treafure, and like a glass
Did break i' the rinfing.
Nor. 'Faith, and fo it did.
Buck. Pray, give me favour, fir. This cunning
The articles o' the combination drew,
As himself pleas'd; and they were ratify'd,
As he cry'd, Thus let be: to as much end,
As give a crutch to the dead: But our court cardinal
Has done this, and 'tis well; for worthy Wolfey,
Who cannot err, he did it. Now this follows,
Afk God for temperance; that's the appliance only, (Which, as I take it, is a kind of puppy
Which your difcafe requires.
Buck. I read in his looks
Matter against me; and his eye revil'd
Me, as his abject object : at this instant
To the old dam, treafon)-Charles the emperor,
Under pretence to fee the queen his aunt,
For 'twas, indeed, his colour; but he came
[king;To whisper Wolfey) here makes visitation :
He bores me with fome trick: He's gone to the His fears were, that the interview, betwixt
I'll follow, and out-ftare him.
Nor. Stay, my lord,
And let your reafon with your choler question
What 'tis you go about: To climb steep hills,
Requires flow pace at first: Anger is like
A full-hot horfe; who being allow'd his way,
Self-mettle tires him. Not a man in England
Can advife me like you: be to yourself,
As you would to your friend.
England and France, might, through their amity,
Breed him fome prejudice; for from this league
Peep'd harms that menac'd him: He privily
Deals with our cardinal; and, as I trow,-
Which I do well; for, I am fure, the emperor
Pay'd ere he promis'd; whereby his fuit was granted,
Ere it was afk'd-but when the way was made,
And pav'd with gold, the emperor thus defir'd ;~~~
That he would pleafe to alter the king's courfe,
I Silenc'd for recalled. 2 A fine name of a peace! fpoken ironically. 3 Wolfey, as has been before obferved, is faid to have been the fon of a butcher. That is, the literary qualifica tions of a bookish beggar are more prized than the high defcent of hereditary greatness. This is a contemptuous exclamation very naturally put into the mouth of one of the antient, unletter'd, martial nobility. si. e. he ftabs or wounds me by fome artifice or fiction. 6 i. e. from honeft X x
indignation; warmth of integrity. 7 i. e. excites.
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