Shakespeare, William / Fletcher, John · published 1623 · first performed or written 1613 [Jun] (Annals) history · King's Men T31 Popes, cardinals and the crown typicality 0.84 · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T31: cardinal, pope, king, lord, majesty, holy, rome, france, church, lords.
Sir, you cannot; I would your Grace would give us but an hour Of private conference. We are busy; go. This Priest has no pride in him? Not to speak of: I would not be so sick though for his place: But this cannot continue. If it do, I'll venture one; have at him. I another. Your Grace has given a Precedent of wisdom Above all Princes, in committing freely Your scruple to the voyce of Christendom: Who can be angry now? What Envy reach you? The Spaniard tide by blood and favour to her, Must now confess, if they have any goodness, The Trial, just and Noble. All the Clerks, (I mean the learned ones in Christian Kingdoms) Have their free voices. Rome (the Nurse of judgement) Invited by your Noble self, hath sent One general Tongue unto us. This good man, This just and learned Priest, Cardinal Campeius, Whom once more, I present unto your Highness. And once more in mine arms I bid him welcome, And thank the holy Conclave for their loves, They have sent me such a Man, I would have wished for. Your Grace must needs deserve all stranger's loves, You are so Noble: To your Highness' hand I tender my Commission; by whose virtue, The Court of Rome commanding. You my Lord Cardinal of York, are joined with me their Servant, In the unpartial judging of this Business. Two equal men: The Queen shall be acquainted Forth with for what you come. Where's Gardiner? I know your Majesty, has always loved her So dear in heart, not to deny her that A Woman of less Place might ask by Law; Scholars allowed freely to argue for her. I, and the best she shall have; and my favour To him that does best, God forbidden else: Cardinal, Prithee call Gardener to me, my new Secretary. I find him a fit fellow. Give me your hand: much joy & favour to you; You are the Kings now. But to be commanded For ever by your Grace, whose hand has raised me. Come hither Gardiner. My Lord of York, was not one Doctor Pace In this man's place before him? Yes, he was. Was he not held a learned man? Yes surely. Believe me, there's an ill opinion spread then, Even of yourself Lord Cardinal. How? of me? They will not stick to say, you envied him; And fearing he would rise (he was so virtuous) Kept him a foreign man still, which so grieved him, That he ran mad, and died. Heaven's peace be with him: That's Christian care enough: for living Murmurers, There's places of rebuke. He was a Fool; For he would needs be virtuous. That good Fellow, If I command him follows my appointment, I will have none so near else. Learn this Brother, We live not to be gripped by meaner persons.
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Sir, you cannot; I would your Grace would giue vs but an houre Of priuate conference. We are buſie; goe. This Prieſt ha's no pride in him? Not to ſpeake of: I would not be ſo ſicke though for his place: But this cannot continue. If it doe, Ile venture one; haue at him. I another. Your Grace ha's giuen a Preſident of wiſedome Aboue all Princes, in committing freely Your ſcruple to the voyc of Chriſtendome: Who can be angry now? What Enuy reach you? The Spaniard tide by blood and fauour to her, Muſt now confeſſe, if they haue any goodneſſe, The Tryall, iuſt and Noble. All the Clerkes, (I meane the learned ones in Chriſtian Kingdomes) Haue their free voyces. Rome (the Nurſe of Iudgement) Inuited by your Noble ſelfe, hath ſent One generall Tongue vnto vs. This good man, This iuſt and learned Prieſt, Cardnall Campeius, Whom once more, I preſent vnto your Highneſſe. And once more in mine armes I bid him welcome, And thanke the holy Conclaue for their loues, They haue ſent me ſuch a Man, I would haue wiſh'd for. Your Grace muſt needs deſerue all ſtrangers loues, You are ſo Noble: To your Highneſſe hand I tender my Commiſſion; by whoſe vertue, The Court of Rome commanding. You my Lord Cardinall of Yorke, are ioyn'd with me their Seruant, In the vnpartiall iudging of this Buſineſſe. Two equall men: The Queene ſhall be acquainted Forth with for what you come. Where's Gardiner? I know your Maieſty, ha's alwayes lou'd her So deare in heart, not to deny her that A Woman of leſſe Place might aske by Law; Schollers allow'd freely to argue for her. I, and the beſt ſhe ſhall haue; and my fauour To him that doe beſt, God forbid els: Cardinall, Prethee call Gardiner to me, my new Secretary. I find him a fit fellow. Giue me your hand: much ioy & fauour to you; You are the Kings now. But to be commanded For euer by your Grace, whoſe hand ha's rais'd me. Come hither Gardiner. My Lord of Yorke, was not one Doctor Pae In this mans place before him? Yes, he was. Was he not held a learned man? Yes ſurely. Beleeue me, there's an ill opinion ſpread then, Euen of your ſelfe Lord Cardinall. How? of me? They will not ſticke to ſay, you enuide him; And fearing he would riſe (he was ſo vertuous) Kept him a forraigne man ſtill, which ſo greeu'd him, That he ran mad, and dide. Heau'ns peace be with him: That's Chriſtian care enough: for liuing Murmurers, There's places of rebuke. He was a Foole; For he would needs be vertuous. That good Fellow, If I command him followes my appointment, I will haue none ſo neere els. Learne this Brother, We liue not to be grip'd by meaner perſons.