Shakespeare, William / Fletcher, John · published 1623 · first performed or written 1613 [Jun] (Annals) history · King's Men unassigned nearest T31 Popes, cardinals and the crown · 469 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T31: cardinal, pope, king, lord, majesty, holy, rome, france, church, lords.
How holily he works in all his business, And with what zeal? For now he has cracked the League Between us & the Emperor (the Queen's great Nephew) He diues into the King's Soul, and there scatters Dangers, doubts, wring of the Conscience, Fears, and despairs, and all these for his Marriage. And out of all these, to restore the King, He counsel a Divorce, a loss of her That like a jewel, has hung twenty years About his neck, yet never lost her lustre; Of her that loves him with that excellence, That Angels love good men with: Even of her, That when the greatest stroke of Fortune falls Will bless the King: and is not this course pious? Heaven keep me from such council: 'tis most true These news are every where, every tongue speaks 'em, And every true heart weeps for't. All that dare Look into these affairs, see this main end, The French Kings Sister. Heaven will one day open The King's eyes, that so long have slept upon This bold bad man. And free us from his slavery. We had need pray, And hearty, for our deliverance; Or this imperious man will work us all From Princes into Pages: all men's honours Lie like one lump before him, to be fashioned Into what pitch he please. For me, my Lords, I love him not, nor fear him, there's my Creed: As I am made without him, so I'll stand, If the King please: his Curses and his blessings Touch me alike: th' are breath I not believe in. I knew him, and I know him: so I leave him To him that made him proud; the Pope. Let's in; And with some other business, put the King From these sad thoughts, that work too much upon him: My Lord, you'll bear us company? Excuse me, The King has sent me otherwhere: Besides You'll find a most unfit time to disturb him: Health to your Lordships. Thanks my good Lord Chamberlain. How sad he looks; sure he is much afflicted. Who's there? Ha'? Pray God he be not angry. Who's there I say? How dare you thrust yourselves Into my private Meditations? Who am I? Ha'? A gracious King, that pardons all offences Malice ne'er meant: Our breach of Duty this way, Is business of Estate; in which, we come To know your Royal pleasure. Ye are too bold: Go too; I'll make ye know your times of business: Is this an hour for temporal affairs? Ha'? Who's there? my good Lord Cardinal? O my Wolsey, The quiet of my wounded Conscience; Thou art a cure fit for a King; you're welcome Most learned Reverend Sir, into our Kingdom, Use us, and it: My good Lord, have great care, I be not found a Talker.
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How holily he workes in all his buſineſſe, And with what zeale? For now he has crackt the League Between vs & the Emperor (the Queens great Nephew) He diues into the Kings Soule, and there ſcatters Dangers, doubts, wringing of the Conſcience, Feares, and deſpaires, and all theſe for his Marriage. And out of all theſe, to reſtore the King, He counſels a Diuorce, a loſſe of her That like a Iewell, ha's hung twenty yeares About his necke, yet neuer loſt her luſtre; Of her that loues him with that excellence, That Angels loue good men with: Euen of her, That when the greateſt ſtroake of Fortune falls Will bleſſe the King: and is not this courſe pious? Heauen keep me from ſuch councel: tis moſt true Theſe newes are euery where, euery tongue ſpeaks 'em, And euery true heart weepes for't. All that dare Looke into theſe affaires, ſee this maine end, The French Kings Siſter. Heauen will one day open The Kings eyes, that ſo long haue ſlept vpon This bold bad man. And free vs from his ſlauery. We had need pray, And heartily, for our deliuerance; Or this imperious man will worke vs all From Princes into Pages: all mens honours Lie like one lumpe before him, to be faſhion'd Into what pitch he pleaſe. For me, my Lords, I loue him not, nor feare him, there's my Creede: As I am made without him, ſo Ile ſtand, If the King pleaſe: his Curſes and his bleſſings Touch me alike: th' are breath I not beleeue in. I knew him, and I know him: ſo I leaue him To him that made him proud; the Pope. Let's in; And with ſome other buſines, put the King From theſe ſad thoughts, that work too much vpon him: My Lord, youle beare vs company? Excuſe me, The King ha's ſent me otherwhere: Beſides You'l finde a moſt vnfit time to diſturbe him: Health to your Lordſhips. Thankes my good Lord Chamberlaine. How ſad he lookes; ſure he is much afflicted. Who's there? Ha? Pray God he be not angry. Who's there I ſay? How dare you thruſt your ſelues Into my priuate Meditations? Who am I? Ha? A gracious King, that pardons all offences Malice ne're meant: Our breach of Duty this way▪ Is buſineſſe of Eſtate; in which, we come To know your Royall pleaſure. Ye are too bold: Go too; Ile make ye know your times of buſineſſe: Is this an howre for temporall affaires? Ha? Who's there? my good Lord Cardinall? O my Wolſey, The quiet of my wounded Conſcience; Thou art a cure fit for a King; you'r welcome Moſt learned Reuerend Sir, into our Kingdome, Vſe vs, and it: My good Lord, haue great care, I be not found a Talker.