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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;
Thank your majesty.
That you would love yourself, and, in that love,
The dignity of your office, is the point
Of my petition.
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
My good lord cardinal, they vent reproaches
Of these exactions, yet the king our master,
Language unmannerly, yea, such which breaks
The spinsters, carders, fullers, weavers, who,
Please you, sir,
I know but of a single part, in aught
Pertains to the state; and front but in that file
Things, that are known alike, which are not wholesome
The nature of it? In what kind, let 's know,
I am much too venturous
In tempting of your patience; but am bolden'd
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
There is no primer baseness.
By my life,
And for me,
I have no further gone in this, than by
A single voice; and that not pass'd me, but
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,
That is new trimm'd; but benefit no further
Things done well,
And with a care, exempt themselves from fear;
And, though we leave it with a root, thus hack'd
A word with you. [To the Secretary. Let there be letters writ to every shire, Of the king's grace and pardon.
The griev'd com
Hardly conceive of me; let it be nois'd,
Q. Kath. I am sorry that the duke of Buckingham Is run in your displeasure.
We cannot feel too little, hear too much.
Wol. Stand forth; and with bold spirit relate what
Most like a careful subject, have collected
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.
He was brought to this
Sir, a Chartreux friar,
How know'st thou this?
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