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Henry the Eighth (All Is True) · chunk 12 of 48

Shakespeare, William / Fletcher, John · published 1623 · first performed or written 1613 [Jun] (Annals)
history · King's Men
T31 Popes, cardinals and the crown typicality 0.82 · 482 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T31: cardinal, pope, king, lord, majesty, holy, rome, france, church, lords.

That was he That fed him with his Prophecies. The same, All these accused him strongly, which he fain Would have fling from him; but indeed he could not; And so his Peers upon this evidence, Have found him guilty of high Treason. Much He spoke, and learnedly for life: But all Was either pitied in him, or forgotten. After all this, how did he bear himself? When he was brought again to th' Bar, to hear His Knell rung out, his judgement, he was stirred With such an Agony, he sweat extremely, And something spoke in choler, ill, and hasty: But he fell to himself again, and sweetly, In all the rest showed a most Noble patience, I do not think he fears death. Sure he does not, He never was so womanish, the cause He may a little grieve at. Certainly, The Cardinal is the end of this. 'tis likely, By all conjectures: First Kildares Attendure; Then Deputy of Ireland, who removed Earl Surrey, was sent thither, and in haste too, Lest he should help his Father. That trick of State Was a deep envious one, At his return, No doubt he will requite it; this is noted (And generally) who ever the King favours, The Cardinal instantly will find employment, And far enough from Court too. All the Commons Hate him perniciously, and o' my Conscience Wish him ten faddom deep: This Duke as much They love and dote on: call him bounteous Buckingham, The Mirror of all courtesy. Stay there Sir, And see the noble ruined man you speak of. Let's stand close and behold him. All good people, You that thus far have come to pity me; Hear what I say, and then go home and lose me. I have this day received a Traitor's judgement, And by that name must dye; yet Heaven bear witness, And if I have a Conscience, let it sink me, Even as the Axe falls, if I be not faithful. The Law I bear no malice for my death, T' has done upon the premises, but justice: But those that sought it, I could wish more Christians: (Be what they will) I hearty forgiue'em; Yet let 'em look they glory not in mischief; Nor build their evils on the graves of great men; For then, my guiltless blood must cry against 'em. For further life in this world I ne'er hope, Nor will I sue, although the King have mercies More than I dare make faults. You few that loved me, And dare be bold to weep for Buckingham, His Noble Friends and Fellows; whom to leave Is only bitter to him, only dying: Go with me like good Angels to my end, And as the long divorce of Steel falls on me, Make of your Prayers one sweet Sacrifice, And lift my Soul to Heaven. Led on a God's name.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayHenry the Eighth (All Is True)
AuthorShakespeare, William / Fletcher, John
Publication year (edition)1623
First performance / composition (Annals)1613 [Jun]
First performance (BritDrama)1612 [1611-1613]
Company (BritDrama)King's Men
Genre (British Drama)history
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 880 · TCP A11954 · DEEP 5081.24
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 801–868 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 12 of 48 in this edition
Length482 words · 630 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T31 — Popes, cardinals and the crown cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.818 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T38 · seed 44: T38 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
That was hee That fed him with his Prophecies. The ſame, All theſe accus'd him ſtrongly, which e faine Would haue flung from him; but indeed he could not; And ſo his Peeres vpon this euidence, Haue found him guilty of high Treaſon. Much He ſpoke, and learnedly for life: But all Was either pittied in him, or forgotten. After all this, how did he beare himſelfe? When he was brought agen to th' Bar, to heare His Knell rung out, his Iudgement, he was ſtir'd With ſuch an Agony, he ſweat extreamly, And ſomthing ſpoke in choller, ill, and haſty: But he fell to himſelfe againe, and ſweetly, In all the reſt ſhew'd a moſt Noble patience, I doe not thinke he feares death. Sure he does not, He neuer was ſo womaniſh, the cauſe He may a little grieue at. Certainly, The Cardinall is the end of this. Tis likely, By all coniectures: Firſt Kildares Attendure; Then Deputy of Ireland, who remou'd Earle Surrey, was ſent thither, and in haſt too, Leaſt he ſhould helpe his Father. That tricke of State Was a deepe enuious one, At his returne, No doubt he will requite it; this is noted (And generally) who euer the King fauours, The Cardnall inſtantly will finde imployment, And farre enough from Court too. All the Commons Hate him perniciouſly, and o' my Conſcience Wiſh him ten faddom deepe: This Duke as much They loue and doate on: call him bounteous Buckingham, The Mirror of all courteſie. Stay there Sir, And ſee the noble ruin'd man you ſpeake of. Let's ſtand cloſe and behold him. All good people, You that thus farre haue come to pitty me; Heare what I ſay, and then goe home and loſe me. I haue this day receiu'd a Traitors iudgement, And by that name muſt dye; yet Heauen beare witnes, And if I haue a Conſcience, let it ſincke me, Euen as the Axe falls, if I be not faithfull. The Law I beare no mallice for my death, T' has done vpon the premiſes, but Iuſtice: But thoſe that ſought it, I could wiſh more Chriſtians: (Be what they will) I heartily forgiue'em; Yet let 'em looke they glory not in miſchiefe; Nor build their euils on the graues of great men; For then, my guiltleſſe blood muſt cry againſt 'em. For further life in this world I ne're hope, Nor will I ſue, although the King haue mercie More then I dare make faults. You few that lou'd me, And dare be bold to weepe for Buckingham, His Noble Friends and Fellowes; whom to leaue Is only bitter to him, only dying: Goe with me like good Angels to my end, And as the long diuorce of Steele fals on me, Make of your Prayers one ſweet Sacrifice, And lift my Soule to Heauen. Lead on a Gods name.