When You See Me You Know Me (Henry the Eighth) · chunk 43 of 48
Rowley, Samuel · published 1605 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) history · Prince Henry's Men T31 Popes, cardinals and the crown typicality 0.72 · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T31: cardinal, pope, king, lord, majesty, holy, rome, france, church, lords.
Body a me, what everlasting knaves are these that wrong thee thus, alas poor Kate, come stand up stand up, wipe thine eyes, wipe thine eyes, fore-god 'twas told me that thou wert a traitor: I could hardly think it, but that it was applied so hard to me, Godsmother Kate I fear my life I tell ye, King Harry would be loath to die by treason now, that has bid so many brunts unblemished, yet I confess that now I grow stiff, my legs fail me first but they stand furthest from my heart, and that's still sound, I thank my God, give me thy hand, come kiss me Kate, so now i'm friends again, hurson knaves, crafty varlets, make thee a traitor to old Harry's life, well, well, i'll meet with some on them, 'sfoot come sit on my knee Kate. Mother a god he that says thouart false to me by England's crown i'll hang him presently. When I have thought of ill against your state, Let me be made the vildest reprobate. That's my good Kate, but byth' marry God, Queen Katherne you must thank prince Edward here. For but for him thou'dst gone tooth tower I swear, I shallbe ever thankful to his highness. And pray for him and for your majesty, Come Kate we'll walk a while eth garden here, who keeps the dote there? My Lord. Sir William Compton, here take my ring, Bid Doctor Cranmer haste to Court again, Give him that token of king Henry's love, Discharge our guards, we fear no traitors hand. Our State, beloved of all doth firmly stand: Go Compton. I go my Lord. Bid Wolsey haste him to our royal presence, Great Charles the mighty Roman Emperor, Our Nephew, and the hope of Christendom Is landed in our fair Dominion, To see his Uncle and the English Court; we'll entertain him with imperial port: Come hither Ned. fellows, stay there, and when I call, come forward, The service you pursue, is for the kings Therefore I charge you to perform it boldly, We have his hand and seal to warrant it. we'll fellow you with resolution sir, The Church is on our side, what should we fear? See yonder, she's talking with his Majesty, Think you we may attempt to take her here? Why should we not, have we not firm commission To attach her anywhere? be bold, and fear not: Fellows come forward. How now, what's here to do? The Bishops it seems my Lord would speak with you. With bills and halberds, well, tarry there Kate, I'll go myself; Now wherefore come you? As loyal subjects to your state and person, We come to apprehend that traitorous woman. Y are a couple of God's holy mother, she is more true and just, Than any Prelate that suborns the Pops: Thus to usurp upon our government? Call you her traitor? you're lying beasts and false conspirators.
seed 43: T38 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Body a me, what euerasting knaues are these that wrong thee thus, alas poore Kate, come stand vp stand vp, wipe thine eyes, wipe thine eyes, foregod twas told me that thou wert a traytor: I could hardly thinke it, but that it was applde so hard to me, Godsmother Kate I eare my life I tell ye, King Harry would be loath to die by treason now, that has bid so many bruts vublemished, yet I confee that now I growe stifte, my legges faile me first but they stand furthiest from my hart, and thats still sound, I thanke my God, giue me thy hand, come kisse me Kate, so now e friends againe, hurson knaues, crafy varlets, make thee a traytor to oulde Harries life, well, well, ile meete with some on them, Sfoue come sit on my knee Kate. Mother a god he that says th'art false to me by Englands crowne ile hang him presently. When I haue thought of ill against your state, Let me be made the vildest reprobate. Thats my good Kat, but byth mary God, Queene Kathere you must thanke prince Edward here. For but for him th'adst gone toth towre I swere, I shalbe euer thankfull to his highnesse. And pray for him and for your maiesty, Come Kte weell walke a while eth garden heere, who keepes the dote there? My Lord. Sir William Compton, here take my ring, Bid Doctor Cranmer haste to Cout againe, Give him that token of king Henries love, Discharge our guards, we feare no trayors hand. Our State, beloved of all doth firmely stand: Go Compton. I go my Lord. Bid Wosey haste him to our royall presence, Great Charles the mighty Romane Emperour, Our Nephew, and the hope of Christendome Is landed in our faire Dominion, To see his Vnckle and the English Court; Wee'le entertaine him with imperiall port: Come hither Ned. Felows, stay there, and when I cal, come forward, The service you pursue, is for the kings Therefore I charge you to performe it boldly, We have his hand and seale to warrant it. Wee'le fellow you with resolution sir, The Church is on our side, what should we feare? See yonder, shees talking with his Maiesty, Thinke you we may attempt to take her hre? Why should we not, have we not firme cōmission To attach hir any where? be bold, and feare not: Fellowes come forward. How now, whats heere to do? The Bishops it seemes my Lord would speake with you. With bills and holberds, well, tarry there Kate, Ile go my selfe; Now wherefore come you? As loyall subiects to your state and person, We come to apprehend that trayterous woan. Y are a couple of Gods holy mother, shee is more true and iust, Then any Prelate that Subornes the Pops: Thus to vsupe vpon our govenment? Call you her traytor? y'are lying beastes and false conspiratours.