King Henry VIII(亨利八世)

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KING HENRY THE EIGHTH

KING HENRY THE

EIGHTH

William Shakespeare

1611

KING HENRY THE EIGHTH

DRAMATIS PERSONAE

KING HENRY THE EIGHTH CARDINAL WOLSEY CARDINAL

CAMPEIUS CAPUCIUS, Ambassador from the Emperor Charles V

CRANMER, ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY DUKE OF NORFOLK

DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM DUKE OF SUFFOLK EARL OF SURREY

LORD CHAMBERLAIN LORD CHANCELLOR GARDINER, BISHOP

OF WINCHESTER BISHOP OF LINCOLN LORD ABERGAVENNY

LORD SANDYS SIR HENRY GUILDFORD SIR THOMAS LOVELL

SIR ANTHONY DENNY SIR NICHOLAS VAUX SECRETARIES to

Wolsey CROMWELL, servant to Wolsey GRIFFITH, gentleman-usher to

Queen Katharine THREE GENTLEMEN DOCTOR BUTTS, physician to

the King GARTER KING-AT-ARMS SURVEYOR to the Duke of

Buckingham BRANDON, and a SERGEANT-AT-ARMS DOORKEEPER

of the Council chamber PORTER, and his MAN PAGE to Gardiner A

CRIER

QUEEN KATHARINE, wife to King Henry, afterwards divorced

ANNE BULLEN, her Maid of Honour, afterwards Queen AN OLD

LADY, friend to Anne Bullen PATIENCE, woman to Queen Katharine

Lord Mayor, Aldermen, Lords and Ladies in the Dumb Shows;

Women attending upon the Queen; Scribes, Officers, Guards, and other

Attendants; Spirits

Scene:

London; Westminster; Kimbolton

KING HENRY THE EIGHTH

THE PROLOGUE.

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 THE EIGHTH

ACT I.

KING HENRY THE EIGHTH

ACT I. SCENE 1.

London. The palace

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 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; Which had they, what four thron'd

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 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

labour 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. BUCKINGHAM. O, you go far! NORFOLK. As I belong to

worship, and affect In honour honesty, the tract of ev'rything 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.

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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 ord'red by the good discretion 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' th' 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 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. 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 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' 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 honour He meant to lay upon; and his own

letter, The honourable board of council out, Must fetch him in he papers.

ABERGAVENNY. 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. 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 A

thing inspir'd, 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 Bordeaux. ABERGAVENNY. Is

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it therefore Th' ambassador is silenc'd? NORFOLK. Marry, is't.

ABERGAVENNY. A proper tide of a peace, and purchas'd At a

superfluous rate! BUCKINGHAM. Why, all this business Our reverend

Cardinal carried. NORFOLK. 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 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 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 on BUCKINGHAM, and BUCKINGHAM on him,

both full of disdain.

WOLSEY. The Duke of Buckingham's surveyor? Ha! Where's his

examination? SECRETARY. Here, so please you. WOLSEY. Is he in

person ready? SECRETARY. Ay, please your Grace. WOLSEY. Well, we

shall then know more, and Buckingham shall lessen this big look. Exeunt

WOLSEY and his train BUCKINGHAM. This butcher's cur is venom-

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.

NORFOLK. What, are you chaf'd? Ask God for temp'rance; that's th'

appliance only Which your disease requires. BUCKINGHAM. 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. NORFOLK. 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. 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

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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

over-running. 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.

BUCKINGHAM. 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. NORFOLK. Say not treasonous. BUCKINGHAM.

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 subtle, 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. NORFOLK.

Faith, and so it did. BUCKINGHAM. Pray, give me favour, 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 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 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 honour as he pleases, And for his own

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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 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 practice. BRANDON. 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. BUCKINGHAM. It will help

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 Aberga'ny, fare you well! BRANDON. 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. ABERGAVENNY. As

the Duke said, The will of heaven be done, and the King's pleasure By me

obey'd. BRANDON. Here is warrant from The King t' 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' th' plot; no more, I hope. BRANDON. A monk o' th' 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 dark'ning

my clear sun. My lord, farewell. Exeunt

KING HENRY THE EIGHTH

ACT I. SCENE 2.

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 off 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

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