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KING HENRY THE EIGHTH

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ACT I. SCENE IV.

YORK PLACE.

CARDINAL WOLSEY, LORD SANDS, ANNE BULLEN, KING HENRY, &C.

King Henry. MY lord chamberlain, Prithee, come hither: What fair lady's that?
Cham. An't please your grace. Sir Thomas Bullen's daughter, The viscount Rochford, one of her highness' women.
K. Hen. By Heaven, she is a dainty one.—Sweetheart, I were unmannerly to take you out, And not to kiss you.—

Painted by Thomas Stothard, R. A. Engraved by Isaac Taylor.


ACT III. SCENE I.

THE PALACE AT BRIDEWELL; THE QUEEN'S APARTMENTS.

THE QUEEN AND HER WOMEN AT WORK; CARDINALS WOLSEY AND CAMPEIUS.

Wolsey. MAY it please you, noble madam, to withdraw
Into your private chamber, we shall give you
The full cause of our coming.
Q. Kath. Speak it here;
There's nothing I have done yet, o' my conscience,
Deserves a corner: 'Would all other women
Could speak this with as free a soul as I do!
My lords, I care not, (so much I am happy
Above a number,) if my actions
Were tried by every tongue, every eye saw them,
Envy and base opinion set against them,
I know my life so even: If your business
Seek me out, and that way I am wife in,
Out with it boldly: Truth loves open dealing.

Painted by the Rev. William Peters, R.A. Engraved by Robert Thew.


ACT IV. SCENE II.

THE ABBEY OF LEICESTER.

THE ABBOT OF LEICESTER, WOLSEY, NORTHUMBERLAND, AND ATTENDANTS. THE RECEPTION OF THE CARDINAL, AS DESCRIBED BY GRIFFITH TO QUEEN KATHARINE.)

Griffith. AT last, with easy roads, he came to Leicester,
Lodg'd in the abbey; where the reverend abbot,
With all his convent, honourably receiv'd him;
To whom he gave these words,—"O father abbot,
An old man, broken with the storms of state,
Is come to lay his weary bones among ye;
Give him a little earth for charity!"
So went to bed: where eagerly his sickness
Pursued him still; and, three nights after this,
About the hour of eight, (which he himself
Foretold should be his last,) full of repentance,
Continual meditations, tears, and sorrows,
He gave his honours to the world again,
His blessed part to Heaven, and slept in peace.

Painted by Richard Westall, R. A. Engraved by Robert Thew.


ACT V. SCENE IV.

THE PALACE.

THE CHRISTENING OF THE PRINCESS ELIZABETH.

Cranmer. LET me speak, sir,
For Heaven now bids me; and the words I utter Let none think flattery, for they'll find them truth.
This royal infant, (Heaven still move about her!)
Though in her cradle, yet now promises
Upon this land a thousand thousand blessings,
Which time shall bring to ripeness: She shall be
(But few now living can behold that goodness)
A pattern to all princes living with her,
And all that shall succeed.—

Painted by the Rev. William Peters, R.A. Engraved by Joseph Collyer

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