That would reduce these bloody days again,

And make poor England weep in streams of blood!
Let them not live to taste this land's increase,
That would with treason wound this fair land's peace!
Now civil wounds are stopp'd, peace lives again;
That she may long live here, God say-Amen!

[Exeunt.

KING HENRY VIII.

King Henry the Eighth.

Cardinal Wolsey.

Cardinal Campeius.

Capucius, ambassador from the emperor, Charles V.

Cranmer, archbishop of Canterbury.

Duke of Norfolk.

Duke of Buckingham.

Duke of Suffolk.
Earl of Surrey.

Lord Chamberlain.

Lord Chancellor.

Gardiner, bishop of Winchester.

Bishop of Lincoln.

Lord Abergavenny.
Lord Sands.

Sir Henry Guilford.
Sir Thomas Lovell.
Sir Anthony Denny.
Sir Nicholas Vaux.
Secretaries to Wolsey.

Cromwell, servant to Wolsey.

Griffith, gentleman-usher to queen Katharine.

Three other Gentlemen.

Doctor Butts, physician to the king.

Garter, king at arms.

Surveyor to the duke of Buckingham.

Brandon, and a Sergeant at Arms.

Door-keeper of the council-chamber. Porter, and his Man.

Page to Gardiner. A Crier.

Queen Katharine, wife to king Henry, afterwards divorced.

Anne Bullen, her maid of honour, afterwards queen.
An old Lady, friend to Anne Bullen.
Patience, woman to queen Katharine.

Several Lords and Ladies in the dumb shows; Women attending upon the queen; Spirits, which appear to her; Scribes, Officer's, Guards, and other Attendants. SCENE, chiefly in London and Westminster; onee, at Kimbolton.

I

COME ne more to make you laugh; things now, That bear a weighty and a serious brow,

Sad, high, and working, full of state 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 toe. Those, that come to see
Only a show or two, and so agree,

The play may pass; if they be still, and willing,
I'll undertake, may see away their shilling
Richly in two short hours. Only they,
That come to hear a merry, bawdy play,
A noise of targets; or to see a fellow
In a long motley coat, guarded with yellow,
Will be deceiv'd: for, gentle hearers, know,
To rank our chosen truth with such a show
As fool and fight is, beside forfeiting
Our own brains, and the opinion that we bring,
(To make that only true we now intend,)
Will leave us never an understanding friend.
Therefore, for goodness' sake, and as you are known
The first and happiest hearers of the town,
Be sad, as we would make ye: Think, ye see

The very persons of our noble story,

As they were living; think, you see them great,
And follow'd 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.

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SCENE 1.-London.

ACT I.

An Ante-chamber in the Palace. 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 you done, Since last we saw in France?

Stay'd me a prisoner in my chamber, when
Those sons of glory, those two lights of
Met in the vale of Arde.

men,

Nor. I was then present, saw them salute on horseback; Beheld them, when they lighted, how they clung In their embracement, as they grew together; Which had they, what four thron'd ones could have weigh'd

'Twixt Guynes and Arde:

Such a compounded one?

Buck.

All the whole time

Then you lost

I was my chamber's prisoner.

Nor.