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 · 498 words
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An hundred Marks? By this light, I'll ha' more. An ordinary Groom is for such payment. I will have more, or scold it out of him. Said I for this, the Girl was like to him? I'll Have more, or else vnsayed: and now, while 'tis hot, I'll put it to the issue. I hope I am not too late, and yet the Gentleman That was sent to me from the Council, prayed me To make great haste. All fast? What means this? Hoa? Who waits there? Sure you know me? Yes, my Lord: But yet I cannot help you. Why? Your Grace must weight till you be called for. So. This is a Peer of Malice: I am glad I came this way so happily. The King Shall understand it presently. 'Tis Butts. The King's Physician, as he passed along How earnestly he cast his eyes upon me: Pray heaven he sound not my disgrace: for certain This is of purpose laid by some that hate me, (God turn their hearts, I never sought their malice) To quench mine Honour; they would shame to make me Wait else at door: a fellow Councillor 'Mong Boys, Grooms, and Lackeys. But their pleasures Must be fulfilled, and I attend with patience. I'll show your Grace the strangest fight. What's that Butts? I think your Highness saw this many a day. Body a me: where is it? There my Lord: The high promotion of his Grace of Canterbury, Who holds his State at door 'mongst Pursuivants, Pages, and Footboys. Ha'? 'Tis he indeed. Is this the Honour they do one another? 'Tis well there's one above 'em yet; I had thought They had parted so much honesty among 'em, At least good manners; as not thus to suffer A man of his Place, and so near our favour To dance attendance on their Lordship's pleasures, And at the door too, like a Post with Packets: By holy Mary (Butts) there's knavery; Let 'em alone, and draw the Curtain close: We shall hear more anon. Speak to the business, M. Secretary; Why are we met in Council? Please your Honours, The chief cause concerns his Grace of Canterbury. Has he had knowledge of it? Yes. Who waits there? Without my Noble Lords? Yes. My Lord Archbishop: And has done halfe an hour to know your pleasures. Let him come in. Your Grace may enter now. My good Lord Archbishop, I'm very sorry To sit here at this present, and behold That Chair stand empty: But we all are men In our own natures frail, and capable Of our flesh, few are Angels; out of which frailty And want of wisdom, you that best should teach us, Have misdemeaned yourself, and not a little: Toward the King first, than his Laws, in filling The whole Realm, by your teaching & your Chaplains (For so we are informed) with new opinions, diverse and dangerous; which are Heresies; And not reformed, may prove pernicious.
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An hundred Markes? By this light, Ile ha more. An ordinary Groome is for ſuch payment. I will haue more, or ſcold it out of him. Said I for this, the Gyrle was like to him? Ile Haue more, or elſe vnſay't: and now, while 'tis hot, Ile put it to the iſſue. I hope I am not too late, and yet the Gentleman That was ſent to me from the Councell, pray'd me To make great haſt. All faſt? What meanes this? Hoa? Who waites there? Sure you know me? Yes, my Lord: But yet I cannot helpe you. Why? Your Grace muſt waight till you be call'd for. So. This is a Peere of Malice: I am glad I came this way ſo happily. The King Shall vnderſtand it preſently. 'Tis Buts. The Kings Phyſitian, as he paſt along How earneſtly he caſt his eyes vpon me: Pray heauen he ſound not my diſgrace: for certaine This is of purpoſe laid by ſome that hate me, (God turne their hearts, I neuer ſought their malice) To quench mine Honor; they would ſhame to make me Wait elſe at doore: a fellow Councellor 'Mong Boyes, Groomes, and Lackeyes. But their pleaſures Muſt be fulfill'd, and I attend with patience. Ile ſhew your Grace the ſtrangeſt fight. What's that Buts? I thinke your Highneſſe ſaw this many a day. Body a me: where is it? There my Lord: The high promotion of his Grace of Canterbury, Who holds his State at dore 'mongſt Purſeuants, Pages, and Foot-boyes. Ha? 'Tis he indeed. Is this the Honour they doe one another? 'Tis well there's one aboue 'em yet; I had thought They had parted ſo much honeſty among 'em, At leaſt good manners; as not thus to ſuffer A man of his Place, and ſo neere our fauour To dance attendance on their Lordſhips pleaſures, And at the dore too, like a Poſt with Packets: By holy Mary (Butts) there's knauery; Let 'em alone, and draw the Curtaine cloſe: We ſhall heare more anon. Speake to the buſineſſe, M. Secretary; Why are we met in Councell? Pleaſe your Honours, The chiefe cauſe concernes his Grace of Canterbury. Ha's he had knowledge of it? Yes. Who waits there? Without my Noble Lords? Yes. My Lord Archbiſhop: And ha's done halfe an houre to know your pleaſures. Let him come in. Your Grace may enter now. My good Lord Archbiſhop, I'm very ſorry To ſit heere at this preſent, and behold That Chayre ſtand empty: But we all are men In our owne natures fraile, and capable Of our fleſh, few are Angels; out of which frailty And want of wiſedome, you that beſt ſhould teach vs, Haue miſdemean'd your ſelfe, and not a little: Toward the King firſt, then his Lawes, in filling The whole Realme, by your teaching & your Chaplaines (For ſo we are inform'd) with new opinions, Diuers and dangerous; which are Hereſies; And not reform'd, may proue pernicious.