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King Henry the Eighth.
Queen Katharine, wife to King Henry, afterwards
ditorced. Anne Bullen, her maid of honour; afterwards Queen. An old Lady, friend to Anne Bullen. Patience, woman to Queen Katharine.
Several Lords und Ladies in the dumb shows ; Women
attending upon the queen ; Spirits, which appear to her ; Scribes, Officers, Guards, and other Attendants.
SCENE, chiefly in London and Westminster ;
once, at Kimbolton.
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.
KING HENRY VIII.
SCENE I. London. An Ante-chamber in the
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 you done, Since last we saw in France ? Nor.
I thank your grace ;
An untimely ague
'Twixt Guynes and Arde:
weigh'd Such a compounded one ? Buck.
All the whole time
3 Henry VIII. and Francis 1. king of France.
I was my chamber's prisoner.
Then you lost
his tongue in censure.s When these suns (For so they phrase them,) by their heralds challeng'd The noble spirits to arms, they did perform Beyond thought's compass; that former fabulous
O, you go far.
* Glittering, shining. S In opinion, which was most nuble.
6 Sir Bevis, an old romance.
In honour honesty, the tract of every thing
Who did guide,
Nor. One, certes, that promises no elements
I pray you, who, my lord ?
Buck. The devil speed him! no man's pie is free'd
o'the beneficial sun,
I cannot tell
I Lump of fat.