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Authors: William Shakespeare

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CHANCELLOR … fall
in Act 3 Scene 2, it is announced that Sir Thomas More has been made Chancellor in Wolsey’s place; historically, More resigned before the coronation of Queen Anne, so the character who marches in the procession in Act 4 Scene 1 and speaks in Act 5 Scene 2 would have been Sir Thomas Audley, but he is unnamed in the text

 
The Prologue

[
Enter Prologue
]

    I come no more to make you laugh: things now

    That bear a weighty and a serious brow,

    
Sad
,
high
, and
working
, full of
state
3
and woe:

    Such noble scenes as draw the eye to flow

    We now present. Those that can pity here

    May, if they think it well, let fall a tear:

    The subject will deserve it. Such as give

    Their money out of hope they may believe,

    May here find truth too. Those that come to see

    Only a
show
10
or two, and so agree

    The play may
pass
, if they be
still, and willing
11
,

    I’ll undertake may see away their
shilling
12

    Richly in
two short hours
13
. Only they

    That come to hear a merry, bawdy play,

    A noise of
targets
15
, or to see a fellow

    In a long
motley
coat
guarded
with yellow
16
,

    Will be
deceived
. For, gentle hearers,
know
17

    To rank our chosen truth with such a show

    As fool and fight is, beside
forfeiting
19

    
Our own brains, and the
opinion that we bring
20

    To make that only true we now intend,

    Will leave us never an
understanding
22
friend.

    Therefore, for goodness’ sake, and as you are known

    The first and
happiest
24
hearers of the town,

    Be
sad
25
, as we would make ye. Think ye see

    The very persons of our noble story

    
As
they were living: think you see them
great
27
,

    And followed with the general throng and sweat

    Of thousand friends: then, in a moment, see

    How soon this mightiness meets misery:

    And if you can be merry then, I’ll say

    A man may weep upon his wedding day.

[
Exit
]

Act 1 Scene 1

running scene 1

Enter the Duke of Norfolk at one door. At the other, the Duke of Buckingham and the Lord Abergavenny

BUCKINGHAM
    Good morrow, and well met. How have ye done

    Since last we
saw
2
in France?

NORFOLK
    I thank your grace:

    Healthful, and ever since a
fresh
4
admirer

    Of
what I saw there
5
.

BUCKINGHAM
    An
untimely ague
6

    
Stayed
7
me a prisoner in my chamber when

    Those suns of glory, those two lights of men,

    Met in the vale of Andres.

    I was then present, saw them salute on horseback,

    Beheld them when they
lighted
12
, how they clung

    
In their embracement
as
13
they grew together,

    
Which had they
, what four
throned ones
could have
weighed
14

    Such a compounded one?

BUCKINGHAM
    All the whole time

    I was my chamber’s prisoner.

NORFOLK
    Then you lost

    The view of earthly glory: men might say

    Till this time
pomp
20
was single, but now married

    To one above itself. Each
following
day
21

    Became the next day’s
master
22
, till the last

    Made former wonders
its
23
. Today the French,

    All
clinquant
24
, all in gold, like heathen gods

    
Shone down
the English; and
tomorrow
they
25

    Made Britain
India
26
: every man that stood

    
Showed
27
like a mine. Their dwarfish pages were

    As
cherubins
, all gilt: the
madams
28
too,

    Not used to toil, did almost sweat to bear

    The
pride
upon them,
that
their very
labour
30

    Was to them as a painting. Now this
masque
31

    Was
cried
incomparable, and th’ensuing
night
32

    
Made it a fool and beggar
33
. The two kings,

    Equal in lustre,
were now best, now worst
34
,

    As presence did present them:
him in eye
35
,

    Still him in praise, and
being present both
36
,

    ’Twas said they saw but one, and no
discerner
37

    
Durst
wag his tongue in
censure
38
. When these suns —

    For so they
phrase
39
’em — by their heralds challenged

    The noble spirits to arms, they did
perform
40

    Beyond thought’s
compass
,
that former fabulous story
41
,

    Being now seen possible enough, got credit,

    That
Bevis
43
was believed.

BUCKINGHAM
    O, you
go far
44
.

NORFOLK
    As I
belong to worship
, and
affect
45

    In honour honesty, the
tract
46
of ev’rything

    Would by a good
discourser
lose some life
47
,

    Which action’s self was tongue to. All was royal:

    
To the disposing of it nought rebelled
49
:

    
Order gave each thing view
.
The office did
50

    Distinctly his full function.

BUCKINGHAM
    Who did guide —

    I mean, who set the body and the limbs

    Of this great
sport
54
together, as you guess?

NORFOLK
    One,
certes
, that
promises no element
55

    In such a business.

BUCKINGHAM
    I pray you who, my lord?

NORFOLK
    All this was
ordered
by the good
discretion
58

    Of the right reverend
Cardinal of York
59
.

BUCKINGHAM
    The devil
speed
60
him! No man’s pie is freed

    From his ambitious finger. What had he

    To do in these
fierce
vanities
62
? I wonder

    
That such a
keech
63
can with his very bulk

    
Take up
the rays
o’th’beneficial
sun
64

    And keep it from the earth.

NORFOLK
    Surely, sir,

    There’s in him
stuff
that
puts
67
him to these ends:

    For being not propped by
ancestry
, whose
grace
68

    
Chalks
69
successors their way, nor called upon

    For
high feats
70
done to th’crown, neither allied

    To
eminent assistants
71
, but spider-like,

    Out of his
self-drawing
web,
a
gives us note
72
,

    The force of his own merit makes his way

    A gift that heaven gives for him, which buys

    A place
next to
75
the king.

ABERGAVENNY
    I cannot tell

    What heaven hath given him — let some
graver
77
eye

    Pierce into that — but I can see his pride

    Peep through each part of him: whence has he that,

    If not from hell? The devil is a
niggard
80
,

    Or has given all before, and
he
81
begins

    A new hell in himself.

BUCKINGHAM
    Why the devil,

    Upon this French
going out
84
, took he upon him,

    Without the
privity
85
o’th’king, t’appoint

    Who should
attend on him
? He makes up the
file
86

    Of all the gentry: for the most part
such
87

    To whom as great a charge as little honour

    He meant to lay upon: and his
own letter
89
,

    
The honourable
board of council
out
90
,

    Must
fetch him in, he
papers
91
.

ABERGAVENNY
    I do know

    Kinsmen of mine, three at the least, that have

    By this so
sickened
94
their estates, that never

    They shall
abound
95
as formerly.

BUCKINGHAM
    O, many

    Have broke their backs with
laying manors on ’em
97

    For this great journey. What did this
vanity
98

    But
minister communication of
99

    A most poor issue?

NORFOLK
    
Grievingly
101
I think

    The peace between the French and us
not values
102

    The cost that did conclude it.

BUCKINGHAM
    Every man,

    After the hideous storm that followed, was

    A thing
inspired
, and,
not consulting
106
, broke

    Into a
general
107
prophecy: that this tempest,

    
Dashing
the garment of this peace,
aboded
108

    The sudden breach
on’t
109
.

NORFOLK
    Which
is budded out
110
,

    For France hath
flawed
the league, and hath
attached
111

    Our merchants’ goods at Bordeaux.

ABERGAVENNY
    Is it
therefore
113

    Th’ambassador is
silenced
114
?

NORFOLK
    
Marry
115
, is’t.

ABERGAVENNY
    A
proper title of
116
a peace, and purchased

    At a
superfluous rate
117
.

BUCKINGHAM
    Why, all this business

    Our reverend cardinal
carried
119
.

NORFOLK
    
Like it
120
your grace,

    The
state
takes notice of the private
difference
121

    Betwixt you and the cardinal. I advise you —

    And take it from a heart that wishes towards you

    Honour and plenteous safety — that you
read
124

    The cardinal’s malice and his
potency
125

    Together: to consider further that

    What his high hatred
would
effect
wants
127
not

    A
minister
128
in his power. You know his nature,

    That he’s revengeful: and I know his sword

    Hath a sharp edge: it’s long and’t may be said,

    It reaches far, and where ’twill not extend,

    Thither he
darts
it.
Bosom up
132
my counsel,

    You’ll find it
wholesome
.
Lo
133
, where comes that rock

    That I advise your shunning.

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