When You See Me You Know Me (Henry the Eighth) · chunk 11 of 48
Rowley, Samuel · published 1605 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) history · Prince Henry's Men T31 Popes, cardinals and the crown typicality 0.88 · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T31: cardinal, pope, king, lord, majesty, holy, rome, france, church, lords.
Did we not charge that none should trouble us, Presumptuous priest, proud prelate as thou art, How comes it you are grown so saucy sir, Thus to presume upon our patience, And cross our royal thought disturbed and vexed, By all your negligence in our estate, Of us and of our country's happiness. My gracious Lord. Fawning beast stand back: Or by my crown, i'll foot thee to the earth, Where's Brandon, Surrey, Seymer, Grey, Where is your counsel now, O now ye crouch, And stand like pictures at our presence door, Call in our guard, and bear them to the Tower, Mother of God, i'll have the traitor's heads, Go hale them to the block, up, up, stand up, I'll make you know your duties to our state, Am I a cipher, is my sight grown stale, Am I not Harry, am I not England's king, Ha. So la, now the watch words given, nay and he once cry ha, near a man in the court dare for his head speak again, lie close cousin Patch. I'll not come near him cousin, has almost killed me with his countenance. We have been too familiar, now I see, And you may dally with our majesty: Where are my pages there. My Lord. truss sirrah, none to put my garter on, Give me some wine, here stuff a the other side, Proud Cardinal who followed our affairs in Italy, That we that honoured so Pope Iulius, By dedicating books at thy request, Against that upstart sect of Lutherans, Should by that heretic be banded thus, But by my George, I swear, if Henry live, I'll hunt base Luther through all Germany, And pull those seven electors on their knees: If they but back him against our dignities. Base slave tie soft, thou hur'st my leg, And now in Ireland the Burkkes rebel, And with his stubborn kerns makes hourly roads, To burn the borders of the English pale, And which of all your counsels helps us now. Here's wine, my Lord. Drink, and be damned, I cry thee mercy Cumpton, What the devil meantst thou to come behind me so, I did mistake, i'll make thee amends for it, By holy Paul, I am so crossed and vexed, I knew not what I did, and here at home, Such careful statesmen do attend us, And looks so wisely to our common weal, That we have ill May-day's, and riots made: For lawless rebels do disturb our state, twelve times this term, have we in person sat, Both in the star chamber, and Chancery courts, To hear our subjects suits determined: Yet 'tis your office Woolsie, but all of you May make a packhorse of king Henry now: Well, what would ye say. Nothing that might displease your majesty, I have a message from the Pope to you. Then keep it still, we will not hear it yet, Get all of you away, avoid our presence We cannot yet command our patience, Reach me a chair.
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Did we not charge that none should trouble vs, Presumptuous priest, proud prelate as thou art, How comes it you are growne so saucie sir, Thus to presume vpon our patience, And crosse our royall thought disturbd and vext, By all your negligence in our estate, Of vs and of our countries happinesse. My gracious Lord. Fawning beast stand backe: Or by my crowne, ile foote thee to the earth, Wheres Brandon, Surrey, Seymer, Gray, Where is your counsell now, O now ye crooch, And stand like pictures at our presence doore, Call in our guard, and beare them to the Tower, Mother of God, ile haue the traitors heads, Go hale them to the blocke, vp, vp, stand vp, Ile make you know your duties to our state, Am I a cypher, is my sight growne stale, Am I not Hary, am I not Englands king, Ha. So la, now the watch words giuen, nay and hee once cry ha, neare a man in the court dare for his head speake againe, lye close cosin Patch. Ile not come neare him cosin, has almost kild me with his countenance. We haue bene too familiar, now I see, And you may dally with our maiestie: Where are my pages there. My Lord. Trusse sirra, none to put my garter on, Giue me some wine, here stuffe a the tother side, Proud Cardinall who follow'd our affaires in Italy, That we that honor'd so Pope Iulius, By dedicating bookes at thy request, Against that vpstart sect of Lutheraus, Should by that hereticke be banded thus, But by my George, I sweare, if Henry liue, Ile hunt base Luther through all Germany, And pull those seuen electors on their knees: If they but backe him against our dignities. Bace slaue tie soft, thou hurst my legge, And now in Ireland the Burkes rebell, And with his stubborne kernes makes hourely rodes, To burne the borders of the English pale, And which of all your counsels helpes vs now. Heres wine, my Lord. Drinke, and be dambd, I cry thee mercy Cumpton, What the diuell mentst thou to come behind me so, I did mistake, ile make thee amends for it, By holy Paule, I am so crot and vext, I knew not what I did, and here at home, Such carefull statsemen do attend vs, And lookes so wisely to our common weale, That we haue ill May-dayes, and riots made: For lawlesse rebels do disturbe our state, Twelue times this terme, haue we in person sate, Both in the starre chamber, and Chauncery courts, To heare our subiects sutes determined: Yet tis your office Woolfie, but all of you May make a packehorse of king Henry now: Well, what would ye say. Nothing that might displease your maiesty, I haue a message from the Pope to you. Then keepe it still, we will not heare it yet, Get all of you away, auoid our presence We cannot yet commaund our patience, Reach me a chaire.