When You See Me You Know Me (Henry the Eighth) · chunk 10 of 48
Rowley, Samuel · published 1605 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) history · Prince Henry's Men T31 Popes, cardinals and the crown typicality 0.76 · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T31: cardinal, pope, king, lord, majesty, holy, rome, france, church, lords.
We thank your honour. What Cumpton, Carew. Hark, the king calls. Mother of God, how are we attended on: who weights without. Go in Sir William, and if you find his grace In any milder temper than he was last night, Let us have word, and we will visit him. I Will my Lord. What is the occasion, that the kings so moved. His grace hath taken such an inward grief, With sad remembrance of the Queen that's dead: That much his highness wrongs his state and person, Besides in Ireland, do the Burkes rebel, And stout Percy that disclosed the plot, Was by the Earl of Kildare late put to death. And Martin Luther out of Germanie. Has writ a book against his Majesty, For taking part with proud Pope Iulius, Which being spread by him through Christendom, Hath thus incensed his royal majesty. Tush, I have news, my Lord, to salve that sore, And make the king more feared through Christendom, Then ever was his famous ancestors: Nor can base Luther with his heresies, Backed by the proudest German potentate, Heretically blur king Henry's fame: For honour that he did Pope Julius, Who in high favour of his Majesty, Hath sent Campeus with a bull from Rome, To add unto his title this high style: That he and his fair posterity, Proclaimed defenders of the faith shall be: For which intent the holy Cardinals come, As Legates from the Imperial court of Rome. This news, my Lord, may something ease his mind, 'twere good your grace would go and visit him. I will, and doubt not but to please him well. So, I am glad he's in, and the king be no better pleased than he was at our last parting, he'll make him repent his sauciness. How now old William, how chance you go not to the king, and comfort him. No by’r lady, my Lord, I was with him too lately already, his fist is too heavy for a fool to stand under, I went to him last night, after you had left him, seeing him chase so at Charles, here to make him merry; and he gave me such a box on the ear, that stroke me clean through three chambers, down four pair of stairs, fell over five barrels, into the bottom of the seller, and if I had not well liquor myself there, I had never lived after it. Faith Will, i'll give thee a velvet coat, and thou canst but make him merry. Will ye my Lord, and i'll venture another box on the ear but i'll do it. Clear the presence there, the king is coming, Gods me, my Lords, what meant the Cardinal, So unexpected thus to trouble him. Is the king moved at it. Judge by his countenance, see he comes. I'll not endure the storm. Nor I. Run fool your master will be field else.
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We thanke your honour. What Cumpton, Carew. Harke, the king cals. Mother of God, how are we attended on: who waights without. Go in Sir William, and if you find his grace In any milder temper then he was last night, Let vs haue word, and we will visit him. I Will my Lord. What is the occasion, that the kings so mou'd. His grace hath taken such an inward greefe, With sad remembrance of the Queene that's dead: That much his highnesse wrongs his state and person, Besides in Ireland, do the Burkes rebell, And stout Pearsie that disclod the plot, Was by the Earle of Kildare late put to death. And Martin Luther out of Germanie. Has writ a booke against his Maiestie, For taking part with proud Pope Iulius, Which being spred by him through Christendome, Hath thus incenst his royall maiestie. Tush, I haue newes, my Lord, to salue that sore, And make the king more feard through christendome, Then euer was his famous auncestors: Nor can base Luther with his heresies, Backt by the proudest germaine potentate, Heretically blurre king Henries fame: For honour that he did Pope Iulius, Who in high fauour of his Maiestie, Hath sent Campeus with a bull from Rome, To adde vnto his title this high stile: That he and his faire posteritie, Proclaimd defenders of the faith shall be: For which intent the holy Cardinals come, As Legats from the Emperiall court of Rome. This newes, my Lord, may somthing ease his mind, Twere good your grace would go and visit him. I will, and doubt not but to please him well. So, I am glad he's in, and the king be no better pleased then he was at our last parting, hele make him repent his saucinesse. How now old William, how chance you go not to the king, and comfort him. No birlady, my Lord, I was with him too lately already, his fist is too heauie for a foole to stand vnder, I went to him last night, after you had left him, seeing him chase so at Charles, here to make him merry; and he gaue me such a boxe on the eare, that stroke me cleane through three chambers, downe foure paire of staires, fell ore fiue barrels, into the bottome of the seller, and if I had not well lickard my selfe there, I had neuer liu'd after it. Faith Will, ile giue thee a veluet coate, and thou canst but make him merry. Will ye my Lord, and ile venter another boxe on the eare but ile do it. Cleare the presence there, the king is coming, Gods me, my Lords, what meant the Cardinall, So vnexpected thus to trouble him. Is the king mou'd at it. Iudge by his countenance, see he comes. Ile not indure the storme. Nor I. Runne foole your maister will be feld else.