When You See Me You Know Me (Henry the Eighth) · chunk 45 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 · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T31: cardinal, pope, king, lord, majesty, holy, rome, france, church, lords.
Better then thine I'll be sworn, I'll take but two handfuls of his wine, and it shall fill four hogsheads of thine (look here else) Mordieu. more devil; is't not? for without commuting, you could never do it: But I pray you my Lord call upon Mor dieu no longer, but speak plain English, you have deceived the king in French and Latin long enough a conscience. Is his wine turned into gold, Will? The fool mistakes, my gracious Sovereign. ay, I my Lord, ne'er set your wit to the fools, Will Summers will be secret now, and say nothing, if I would be a blab of my tongue, I could tell the King how many barrels full of gold and silver there was six times filled with plate and jewels, twenty great trunks with Crosses, Crosiers, Copes, Mitres, Maces, golden Crucifixes, besides the four hundredth and twelve thousand pound that poor Chimneys paid for Peter pence. But this is nothing, for when you are Pope, you may pardon yourself for more knavery then this comes to. Go to fool, you wrong the Cardinal, But grieve not Woolsey, William will be bold: I pray you set on to meet the Emperor, The Maior and Citizens are gone before, The Prince of Wales shall follow presently, And with our George and collar of estate, Present him with the order of the Garter: Great Maximilian his progenitor, Upon his breast did wear the English Cross, And underneath our Standard marched in arms, Receiving pay for all his warlike host; And Charles with knighthood shall be honoured: Begin Lord Cardinal, greet his Majesty, And we ourself will follow presently. I go my Sovereign. Fair weather after ye: Well, and ere he come to be Pope, I shall be plunged for this. Queen William, you have angered the Cardinal I can tell you. 'tis no matter Kate, I'll anger him worse are long, Though for a while I smooth it to his face: I did suspect what here the fool hath found, He keeps forsooth; a high Court Legantine, Taxing our subjects, gathering sums of gold, Which he belike hath hid to make him Pope; A God's name let him, that shall be our own. But to our business, come Queen Katherin, You shall with us to meet the Emperor, Let all your Ladies be in readiness: Go, let our guard attend the Prince of Wales, Upon ourself, the Lords and Pensioners Shall give attendance in their best array, Let all estates be ready; come fair Kate, The Emperor shall see our English state. Your Majesty is welcome into England, The king our Master, will rejoice to see Great Charles the royal emperors Majesty. We thank your pains my good L. Cardinal, And much our longing eyes desires to see Our kingly uncle and his princely son, And therefore, when you please I pray set on.
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Better then thine Ile be sworne, Ile take but two handfulls of his wine, and it shall fill foure hoggesheads of thine (looke here else) Mordie. Mor divell; ist not? for without coing, you could never do it: But I pray you my Lord call vppo Mor dieu no longer, but speake plaine English, you have deceived the king in French and Latine long enough a conscience. Is his wine turned into gold, Wil? The foole mistakes, my gratious Soveraigne. I, I my Lord, ne're set your wit to the fooles, Wil Sumers will be secret now, and say nothing, if I would be a blabbe of my tongue, I could tell the King how many barrells full of gold and silver there was sixe times filled with plate and jewells, twentie great tuncks with Crosses, Crosiers, Copes, Miters, Maces, golden Crucifixes, besides the foure hundreth and twelve thousand pound that poore Chineys paid for Peeter pence. But this is nothing, for when you are Pope, you may pardon your selfe for more nvery en this comes to. Go too foole, you wrong th Cardinall, But grieve not Woolsey, Willam will be bold: I pray you set on to meete the Empeour, The Maior and Citizens are gone before, The Prince of Wales shall follow presently, And with our George and coller of estae, Present him with the order of the Gater: Great Maximilian his progenitour, Vpon his breast did weare the English Crosse, And vndrneath our Standerd marcht in armes, Receiving pay for all his warlike hose; And Chales with knighthood shal be honored: Beginne Lord Cardinall, greete his Maiestie, And we our selfe will follow presently. I go my Soveraigne. Faire weather after yee: Well, and ere he come to be Pope, I shall bee plung'd for this. Queene William, you have angred the Cardinall I can tell you. T'is no matter Kate, Ile anger him worse are long, Though for a while I smooth it to his face: I did suspect what heere the foole hath found, He keepes forsooth; a high Court Legantine, Taxing our subiects, gathering summes of gold, Which he belike hath hid to make him Pope; A Gods name let him, that shall be our owne. But to our businesse, come Queene Katherin, You shall with vs to meete the Emperour, Let all your Ladies be in readinesse: Go, let our guard attend the Prince of Wales, Vpon our selfe, the Lords and Pentioners Shall give attendance in their best array, Let all estates be ready▪ come faire Kate, The Emperour shall see our English state. Your Maiesty is welcome into England, Theking our Master, will reioyce to see Great Charles the royall Emperours Maiesty. We thank your paines my good L. Cardinall, And much our longing eyes desires to see Our kingly vnkle and his princely sonne, And therefore, when you please I pray set on.