The KING takes his State. The Lords of the Council take their several places. The CARDINAL places himself under the KING's feet, on his right side. A noise within, crying, Room for the Queen! Enter the QUEEN, ushered by the DUKES OF NORFOLK and SUFFOLK she kneels. The KING riseth from his State, takes her up, kisses, and placeth her by him. Q. Kath. Nay, we must longer kneel; I am a suitor. K. Hen. Arise, and take place by us :-Half your
Never name to us; you have half our power; The other moiety, ere you ask, is given; Repeat your will, and take it.
That you would love yourself, and, in that love, Not unconsider'd leave your honour, nor
The dignity of your office, is the point
Lady mine, proceed.
Q. Kath. I am solicited, not by a few,
And those of true condition, that your subjects
Are in great grievance: there have been commissions Sent down among them, which have flaw'd the heart Of all their loyalties:wherein, although,
My good lord cardinal, they vent reproaches Most bitterly on you, as putter-on
Of these exactions, yet the king our master, (Whose honour heaven shield from soil!) even he
Language unmannerly, yea, such which breaks The sides of loyalty, and almost appears In loud rebellion.
Nor. Not almost appears, It doth appear: for, upon these taxations, The clothiers all, not able to maintain The many to them 'longing, have put off
The spinsters, carders, fullers, weavers, who, Unfit for other life, compell'd by hunger, And lack of other means, in desperate manner Daring the event to the teeth, are all in uproar, And Danger serves among them.
Taxation! Wherein? and what taxation?-My lord cardinal, You that are blam'd for it alike with us, Know you of this taxation?
I know but of a single part, in aught
Pertains to the state; and front but in that file Where others tell steps with me.
Q. Kath. No, my lord, You know no more than others: but you frame
Things, that are known alike, which are not wholesome To those which would not know them, and yet must Perforce be their acquaintance. These exactions Whereof my sovereign would have note, they are Most pestilent to the hearing; and to bear them The back is sacrifice to the load. They say They are devis'd by you; or else you suffer Too hard an exclamation.
The nature of it? In what kind, let 's know, Is this exaction?
In tempting of your patience; but am bolden'd Under your promis'd pardon. The subject's grief Comes through commissions, which compel from each The sixth part of his substance, to be levied Without delay; and the pretence for this
Is nam'd, your wars in France: This makes bold mouths;
Tongues spit their duties out; and cold hearts freeze Allegiance in them; their curses now
Live where their prayers did; and it 's come to pass,
This tractable obedience is a slave
To each incensed will. I would your highness Would give it quick consideration, for
There is no primer baseness.
I have no further gone in this, than by
A single voice; and that not pass'd me, but By learned approbation of the judges. If I am Traduc'd by ignorant tongues, which neither know My faculties, nor person, yet will be
The chronicles of my doing,-let me say
"T is but the fate of place, and the rough brake That virtue must go through. We must not stint Our necessary actions, in the fear
To cope malicious censurers; which ever, As ravenous fishes, do a vessel follow
That is new trimm'd; but benefit no further Than vainly longing. What we oft do best, By sick interpreters, once a weak ones, is Not ours, or not allow'd; what worst, as oft, Hitting a grosser quality, is cried up For our best act. If we shall stand still, In fear our motion will be mock'd or carp'd at, We should take root here where we sit, or sit State statues only.
And with a care, exempt themselves from fear; Things done without example, in their issue Are to be fear'd. Have you a precedent Of this commission? I believe not any. We must not rend our subjects from our laws, And stick them in our will. Sixth part of each? A trembling contribution! Why, we take From every tree, lop, bark, and part o' the timber; a Once is here used in the sense of sometimes.
And, though we leave it with a root, thus hack'd The air will drink the sap. To every county, Where this is question'd, send our letters, with Free pardon to each man that has denied The force of this commission: Pray, look to 't; I put it to your care.
A word with you. [To the Secretary. Let there be letters writ to every shire, Of the king's grace and pardon.
Hardly conceive of me; let it be nois'd, That through our intercession this revokement And pardon comes: I shall anon advise you Further in the proceeding.
Q. Kath. I am sorry that the duke of Buckingham Is run in your displeasure.
K. Hen. It grieves many : The gentleman is learn'd, and a most rare speaker, To nature none more bound; his training such That he may furnish and instruct great teachers, And never seek for aid out of himself. Yet see When these so noble benefits shall prove Not well dispos'd, the mind growing once corrupt, They turn to vicious forms, ten times more ugly Than ever they were fair. This man so complete, Who was enroll'd 'mongst wonders, and when we, Almost with ravish'd list'ning, could not find His hour of speech a minute; he, my lady, Hath into monstrous habits put the graces That once were his, and is become as black As if besmear'd in hell. Sit by us; you shall hear (This was his gentleman in trust) of him Things to strike honour sad.-Bid him recount The fore-recited practices; whereof
We cannot feel too little, hear too much.
Wol. Stand forth; and with bold spirit relate what
Most like a careful subject, have collected Out of the duke of Buckingham.
Speak freely. Surv. First, it was usual with him, every day It would infect his speech, That if the king Should without issue die, he 'd carry it so To make the sceptre his: These very words I have heard him utter to his son-in-law, Lord Aberga'ny; to whom by oath he menac'd Revenge upon the cardinal.
Wol. This dangerous conception in this point. Not friended by his wish, to your high person His will is most malignant; and it stretches Beyond you, to your friends.
Please your highness, note
Deliver all with charity.
My learn'd lord cardinal,
How grounded he his title to the crown,
Upon our fail? to this point hast thou heard him
At any time speak aught?
By a vain prophecy of Nicholas Henton. K. Hen. What was that Henton?
Surv. His confessor; who fed him every minute With words of sovereignty.
Surv. Not long before your highness sped to France, The duke being at the Rose, within the parish Saint Lawrence Poultney, did of me demand What was the speech among the Londoners Concerning the French journey: I replied, Men fear'd the French would prove perfidious, To the king's danger. Presently the duke
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