When You See Me You Know Me (Henry the Eighth) · chunk 24 of 48
Rowley, Samuel · published 1605 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) history · Prince Henry's Men T31 Popes, cardinals and the crown typicality 0.81 · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T31: cardinal, pope, king, lord, majesty, holy, rome, france, church, lords.
I that must be our safest way to work, Money will make us men, when men stand out: The Bastard Fredericks to attain the place, Hath made an offer to the Cardinals, Of threescore thousand pound, which we will pay, Three times thrice double, ere we lose the day. Come cousen William, I'll bring ye to my Lord Cardinal presently. I thank ye cousen, and when you come to the court, I'll bring you to the King again, ye know cousen, he gave ye an angel. ay but he gave me such a blow o'th' ear for it, as I care not for coming In's sight again while I live. How now Patch, who have you got there? what Will Summer's welcome good William. I thank your grace, I heard say your Lordship had made two new Lords here, and so the two old fools are come to wait on them. We thank ye William. Your Lordship will be well guarded, & we follow ye, The king's fool, and the Cardinals, and we are no small fools I assure ye. No indeed, my cousen Patch here is something too square to be set on your shoe, marry and you'll wear him on your shoulder, the fool shall ride ye. A shrewd fool Bonner, come hither William, I have a quarrel to you since our last rhyming. About your fair Leman at Charlton my Lord, I remember. You speak plain William. Ye never knew fool a flatterer I warrant ye. Well Will, I'll try your rhyming wits once more, What say you to this? The bells hang high, and loud they cry, what do they speak? If you should die, there's none would cry, though your neck should break. You are something bitter William: But come on, once more I am for ye. A rod in school, a whip for a fool, is always in season. A halter and a rope, for him that would be pope, Against all right and reason. he's too hard for me still, I'll give him over, come tell me Will, what's the news at Court? Marry my Lord, they say the King must be married this morning. Married Will, to whom I prithee? Why to my Lady Catherine Parry, I was once by, when he was wooing on her, and then I doubted they would go together shortly. Holy Saint Peter shield his Majesty, She is the hope of Luther's heresy: If she be Queen, the Protestants will swell, And Cranmer, Tutor to the Prince of Wales, Will boldly speak 'gainst Rome's Religion, But Bishops we'll to Court immediately, And plot the downfall of these Lutherans: You two are Tutors to the Princes Mary, Still ply her to the Pope's obedience, And make her hate the name of Protestant; I do suspect that Latimer and Ridly, Chief teachers of the fair Elizabeth, Are not sound Catholics, nor friends to Rome, It it be so, we'll soon remove them all. 'tis better they should die, than thousands fall. Come follow us. Manet, Wil, and Patch.
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I that must be our safest way to worke, Monie will make vs men, when men stand out: The Bastard Fredericks to attaine the place, Hath made an offer to the Cardinalls, Of threescore thousand pound, which we will pay, Three times thrice double, ere we lose the day. Come cousen Willian, Ile bring yee to my Lord Cardinall presently. I thanke yee cousen, and when you come to the court, Ile bring you to the King againe, yee knowe cousen, he gaue yee an angell. I but he gaue me such a blow oth eare for it, as I care not for comming Ins sight againe while I liue. How now Patch, who haue you got there? what Will Smmers welcome good William. I thanke your grace, I hard say your Lordship had made two new Lords here, and so the two old fooles are come to waite on them. VVe thanke yee . Your Lordship will be wel guarded, we follow e, The Kings foole, and the Cardinalls, and we are no small fooles I asse yee. No indeede, my cousen Patch here is something too square to be set on your shooe, marry and youle weare him on your shoulder, the foole shall ride yee. A shrewde foole Bonner, come hither William, I haue a quarrell to you since our last ryming. About your faire Leman at Charltn my Lord, I remember. You speake plaine William. Yee neuer knew foole a flatterer I warrant yee. Well VVill, Ile try your ryming wits once more, What say you to this? The bells hang high, and lowd they cry, what do they speake? If you should dye, theres none would cry, though your neck should breake. You are something bitter William: But come on, once more I am for yee. A rod in schoole, a whip for a foole, is alwaies in season. A halter and a rope, for him that would be pope, Against all right and reason. Hes too hard for me still, Ile giue him ouer, come tell me Wul, whats the nwes at Court? Marry my Lord, they say the King must be married this morning. Married Will, to whom I prethee? Why to my Lady Catherin Parry, I was once by, when he was wooing on her, and then I doubted they would go together shortly. Holy Saint Peter sheeld his Maiestie, She is te hope of heresie: If she be Queene, the Protestants will swell, And Cranmer, Tutor to the Prince of Wales, Will boldly speake gainst Romes Religion▪ But Bishops weele to Court immediately, And plot the downfall of these Lutherans: You two are Tutors to the Princes Mary, Still ply her to the obedience, And make her hate the name of Protestant; I doe suspect that Latimer and Chiefe teachers of the faire , Are not sound Catholickes, nor friendes to It it be so, weele soone remoue them all▪ T is better they should dye, then thousands fall. Come follow vs. Mait, VVl, and Patch.