When You See Me You Know Me (Henry the Eighth) · chunk 9 of 48
Rowley, Samuel · published 1605 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) history · Prince Henry's Men T31 Popes, cardinals and the crown typicality 0.84 · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T31: cardinal, pope, king, lord, majesty, holy, rome, france, church, lords.
Happily speed my honourable Lords, My heart, I swear, still keeps you company, Farewell to both, pray your king remember, My suit betwixt him and the Emperor, We shall be thankful, if they think on us. We will be earnest in your cause my Lord, So of your grace we once more take our leaves. Again farewell, Bonner conduct them forth, Now Gardner, what thinkst thou of these times. Well, that the leagues confirmed, my gracious Lord, Ill, that I fear the death of good Queen Iane, Will caute new troubles in our state again. Why thinkst thou so? I fear false Luther; doctrines spread so far, I cast that his highness now unmarried, Should match amongst that sect of Lutherans, You saw how soon his majesty was won, To scorn the Pope, and Rome's religion, When Queen Anne Bullen wore the diadem. Gardner 'tis true, so was the rumor spread: But Woolsie wrought such means she lost her head, Tush fear not thou whilst Harry's life doth stand, He shall be king, but we will rule the land. Bonner come hither, you are our trusty friend: See that the treasure we have gathered, The Copes, the Vestments, and the Chalices, The smoke pence, and the tributary fees, That English chimneys pay the Church of Rome: Be barreled close within the inner seller, We'll send it over shortly to prepare, Our swift advancement to Saint Peter's chair, Be trusty, and be sure of honours speedily, The king hath promised at the next election, Bonner shall have the Bishopric of London. I humbly thank your grace. And Gardner shall be Lord of Winchester: Had we our hopes, what shall you not be then, When we have got the Papal diadem. How now Sir William Cumpton, where is the king. His grace is walking in the gallery, As sad and passionate as ere he was. 'twere good your grace went in to comfort him. Not I Lord Dudley, by my George I swear, Unless his Highness first had sent for me, I will not put my head in such a hazard, I know his anger, and his spleen too well. 'tis strange, this humour hath his highness held, Ever since the death of good Queen Iane, That none dares venture to confer with him. Here comes the Cardinal. ay, and two fools after him, his Lordship is well attended still Let's win this prelate to salute the king, It may perhaps work his disgrace with him, How now William, what? are you here to, I my Lord, all the fools follow you, I come to bid my cousin Patch welcome to the court, and when I come to York house, he'll do as much for me, will ye not Patch? Yes cousin, heigh, da, tere, dedell, day, day. What, are you singing sirrah. I'll make him cry as fast anon I hold a penny. God morrow to your grace my good Lord Cardinal.
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Happily speed my honorable Lords, My heart, I sweare, still keepes you company, Farewell to both, pray your king remember, My sute betwixt him and the Emperour, We shall be thankfull, if they thinke on vs. We will be earnest in your cause my Lord, So of your grace we once more take our leaues. Againe farewell, Bonner conduct them forth, Now Gardner, what thinkst thou of these times. Well, that the leagues confirmd, my gratious Lord, Ill, that I feare the death of good Queene Iane, Will caute new troubles in our state againe. Why thinkst thou so? I feare false Luther; doctrins spread so farre, I cast that his highnesse now vnmaried, Should match amongst that sect of Lutherans, You saw how soone his maiestie was wonne, To scorne the Pope, and Romes religion, When Queene Anne Bullen wore the diadem. Gardner tis true, so was the rumor spread: But Woolsie wrought such meanes she lost her head, Tush feare not thou whilst Haries life doth stand, He shall be king, but we will rule the land. Bonner come hither, you are our trustie friend: See that the treasure we have gathered, The Copes, the Vestments, and the Challices, The smoake pence, and the tributary fees, That English chimnies pay the Church of Rome: Be barreld close within the inner seller, Wele send it ouer shortly to prepare, Our swift aduancement to Saint Peters chaire, Be trustie, and be sure of honors speedily, The king hath promised at the next election, Bonner shall haue the Bishopricke of London. I humbly thanke your grace. And Gardner shall be Lord of Winchester: Had we our hopes, what shall you not be then, When we haue got the Papall diadem. How now Sir William Cumpton, where is the king. His grace is walking in the gallery, As sad and passionate as ere he was. Twere good your grace went in to comfort him. Not I Lord Dudley, by my George I sweare, Vnlesse his Highnesse first had sent for me, I will not put my head in such a hazzard, I know his anger, and his spleene too well. Tis strange, this humor hath his highnesse held, Euer since the death of good Queene Iane, That none dares venture to conferre with him. Here comes the Cardinall. I, and two fooles after him, his Lordship is well attended still Lets win this prelate to salute the king, It may perhaps work his disgrace with him, How now William, what? are you here to, I my Lord, all the fooles follow you, I come to bid my cosin Patch welcome to the court, and when I come to Yorke house, hele do as much for me, will yee not Patch? Yes cosin, hey, da, tere, dedell, dey, day. What, are you singing sirra. Ile make him cry as fast anon I hold a peny. God morrow to your grace my good Lord Cardmall.