When You See Me You Know Me (Henry the Eighth) · chunk 41 of 48
Rowley, Samuel · published 1605 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) history · Prince Henry's Men unassigned nearest T31 Popes, cardinals and the crown · 472 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T31: cardinal, pope, king, lord, majesty, holy, rome, france, church, lords.
'twas excellent, that Cedar once o'erthrown, To crop the lower shrubs let us alone. Those Articles of accusations, We framed against her being lost by you Had like to overthrow our policy, Had we not stoutly urged his majesty. Well well, what's now to be done. A guard must be provided speedily, To bear her prisoner unto London Tower, And watch convenient place to arrest her person. Tush any place shall serve for who dare contradict His highness hand, even from his side we'll hale her, And bear her quickly, to her longest home, Lest we and ours by her to ruin come. About it then, let them untimely die, that scorn the Pope and Rome's supremacy. Guard, watch the doors and let none come near us, But such as are attendant on our person Mother a God 'tis time to stir, I see, When traitors creeps so near our majesty: Must English Harry walk with armed Guards, Now in his old age, must I fear my life, By hateful treason of my Queen and wife. I do beseech your royal majesty, To hear her speak ere ye condemn her thus. Go to Ned, I charge ye speak not for her, she's a dangerous traitor how now, who knocks so loud there. 'tis Cardinal Wolsey my Lord. And it be the Devil tell him he comes not here. Bid him attend us till our better leisure: Come hither Ned let me confer with you. Didst ever hear the disputation Twixt Cranmer and the Queen about Religion. Never my Lord, I think they never yet, At any time had speech concerning it. O thou art deceived Ned, It is too certain, Heyday more knocking, knock irons an his heels, And bear him hence whate'er he be disturb us, who is't? S. William Compton my liege. Is't he, well let him in, God's holy mother, here's a stur indeed, Compton ye knock too loud for entrance here. You care not though the king be near so near, say ye sir haw. I do beseech you pardon for my boldness. Well what's your business. The Queen my Lord entreats to speak with you, Body a me, is she not rested yet. Why do they not convey her to the Tower, We gave commission to attach her presently. Where is she? At the door my Sovereign. So near our presence, keep her out I charge ye. Bend all your Holbeards points against the door, If she presume to enter strike her through, Dare she presume again to look on us. Upon my knees, I do beseech your highness To hear her speak. Up Ned, stand up I will not look on her, Mother a god, stand close and guard it sure, If she come in, i'll hang ye all I swear. I do beseech your Grace.
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Twas excellent, that Ceder once orethrowne, To crop the lower shrubs let vs alone. Those Articles of accusations, We rmd against her being lost by you Had like to ouerthrow our pollicy, Had we not stouly vrgd his maiesty. Well well, what's now to be done. A gard must be prouided speedely, To beare her prisoner vnto London Towre, And watch conuenient place to arest her person. Tush any place shall serue for who dare contradict His highnesse hand, euen from his side wele hale her, And beare her quicly, to her longest home, Lest we and ours by her to ruine come. About it then, let them vntimely dye, that scorne the Pope and Romes supremacie. Guarde, watch the dores and let none come nere vs, But such as are attendant on our person Mother a God tisime to sturre, I see, When traors creeps so nere our maiesty: Must English walke with armed Gards, Now in his old age, must I feare my life, By hatefull teason of my Queene and wife. I do beseech your royall maiesty, To here her speake ere ye condemue her thus. Go too Ned, I charge ye speake not for her, shes a dangerous travtor how now, who knocks so loud there. Tis Cardall Wolye my Lord. And it be the Deuill tell him he comes not here. Byd him attend vs tll our beer leaure: Come hither Ned let me conerre with you. Didst euer heare the disputation Twixt Cranmer and the Queene about Religion. Neuer my Lord, I thinke they neuer yet, At any time had speech concerning it. O thou art deceaued Ned, It is too certaine, Hoyday more knocking, knock yrons an his heeles, And beare him hence what ere he be disturbe vs, who ist? S. William Compton my Leedge. Ist he, well let him in, Gods holy mother, heere's a stur indeed, Compton ye knock too lowde for entrance here. You care not though the king be neere so neere, say ye sir haw. I do beseech you pardon for my bouldnesse. Well what's your busines. The Queene my Lord intreats to speake with you, Body a me, is she not rested yet. Why doe they not conuay her to the Towre, We gaue commission to attach her presently. Where is she? At the dore my Soueraigne. So nere our presence, keepe her out I charge ye. Bend all your Holbeards points against the dore, If she presume to enter strike her through, Dare she presume againe to looke on vs. Vpon my knees, I do beseech your highnes To heare her speake. Vp Ned, stand vp I will not looke on her, Mother a god, stand close and gard it sure, If she come in, ile hang ye all I sweare. I doe beseech your Grace.