All of Shakespeare’s plays.
He will deserve more.
Who may that be, I pray you?
He of Winchester
Is held no great good lover of the archbishop's,
The virtuous Cranmer.
What two reverend bishops
Were those that went on each side of the queen?
But, what follow'd?
Good sir, speak it to us.
Their coronets say so. These are stars indeed;
And sometimes falling ones.
Those men are happy; and so are all are near her.
I take it, she that carries up the train
Is that old noble lady, Duchess of Norfolk.
Heaven bless thee!
Looking on QUEEN ANNE
Thou hast the sweetest face I ever look'd on.
Sir, as I have a soul, she is an angel;
Our king has all the Indies in his arms,
And more and richer, when he strains that lady:
I cannot blame his conscience.
And that my Lord of Norfolk?
A bold brave gentleman. That should be
The Duke of Suffolk?
A royal train, believe me. These I know:
Who's that that bears the sceptre?
Alas, good lady!
The trumpets sound: stand close, the queen is coming.
I thank you, sir: had I not known those customs,
I should have been beholding to your paper.
But, I beseech you, what's become of Katharine,
The princess dowager? how goes her business?
May I be bold to ask at what that contains,
That paper in your hand?
'Tis well: the citizens,
I am sure, have shown at full their royal minds--
As, let 'em have their rights, they are ever forward--
In celebration of this day with shows,
Pageants and sights of honour.
'Tis all my business. At our last encounter,
The Duke of Buckingham came from his trial.
So are you.
I think you have hit the mark: but is't not cruel
That she should feel the smart of this? The cardinal
Will have his will, and she must fall.
But that slander, sir,
Is found a truth now: for it grows again
Fresher than e'er it was; and held for certain
The king will venture at it. Either the cardinal,
Or some about him near, have, out of malice
To the good queen, possess'd him with a ...
I am confident,
You shall, sir: did you not of late days hear
A buzzing of a separation
Between the king and Katharine?
This secret is so weighty, 'twill require
A strong faith to conceal it.
If the duke be guiltless,
'Tis full of woe: yet I can give you inkling
Of an ensuing evil, if it fall,
Greater than this.
Let's stand close, and behold him.
All the commons
Hate him perniciously, and, o' my conscience,
Wish him ten fathom deep: this duke as much
They love and dote on; call him bounteous Buckingham,
The mirror of all courtesy;--
That trick of state
Was a deep envious one.
The cardinal is the end of this.
I do not think he fears death.
After all this, how did he bear himself?
That was he
That fed him with his prophecies?
But, pray, how pass'd it?
I am sorry for't.
Is he found guilty?
Pray, speak what has happen'd.
Were you there?
O, God save ye!
Even to the hall, to hear what shall become
Of the great Duke of Buckingham.
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