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XI.

The Life of HENRY VIII.

ACT I. SCENE IL

Anger.

To climb sleep hitle

0 climb Requires flow pace

at first. Anger is like A full-bot horse, who, being allow'd his way, Self mettle tires him,

SCENE IV.

Aation to be carried on with Re

folution.

If I'n traduc'd by tongues, which neither know
My faculties, nor person ; yet will be
The chronicles of my doing : let me say,
'Tis but the fate of place, and the rough brake
That virtue must go through: we must not stint
Our neceffary actions, in the fear,
To cope malicious censurers; which ever,

As

As rav'nous fishes, do a vessel follow
That is new trimm'd: but benefit no further
Than vainly longing. What we oft do best,
By fick interpreters, or weak ones, is
Not ours, or not allow'd: what worst, as oft
Hitting a groffer quality is cry'd up
For our best act: if we stund still, in fear,
Our motion will be mock'd or carped at,
We should take root here, where we fit; or frt
State-statues only.

SCENE VI. New Customs

-New customs,
Though they be never fo ridiculous,
Nay, let 'em be unmanly, yet are follow'd.

ACT II. SCENE II.

The Duke of Buckingham's Prayer for the King.

May he live
Longer than I have time to tell his years !
Ever belov’d, and loving may his rule be!
And when old time shall lead him to his end,
Goodness, and he fill up one monument !
Dependents not to be too much trusted by great Men.

This from a dying man receive as certain :
Where you are lib'ral of your loves and counsels,
Beware you be not loose; those you make friends,
And give your hearts to, when they once perceive
The least rub in your fortunes, fall away
Like water from ye, never found again
But where they mean to fink ye.

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SCENE III. A good Wife.

-A loss of her,
That, like a jewel, has hung twenty years
About his neck, yet never lost her lustre;
Of her that loves him with that excellence,
That angels love good men with ; even of her,
That when the greatest stroke of fortune falls
Wilt bless the king.

Scene V. The Blessings of a low Station.
(1)-

'Tis better to be lowly born,
And
range

with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a glitt'ring grief, And wear a golden forrow. SCENE VI. Queen Catharine's Speech to her

Husband. (2) -Alas, Sir, In what have I offended you? What cause Hath my behaviour given to your displeasure, That this you should proceed to put me off, And take your good grace from me? Heav'n witness, I've been to you a true and humble wife, At all times to your will conformable:

Ever

(1) Horace thus advises in his roth epiftle, L. I.

-Fuge magna, &c.
Forsake the gaudy tinsel of the great ;
The peaceful cottage beckons a retreat :
Where true content a solid comfort brings

To kings unknown, or favourites of kings. (2) Alas, Sir, &c.] The Reader will find in the 2d scene of the 3d act of the Winter's Tale, a speech, made by the queen, on being accused by her husband, very similar to this : 'Tis ipoken in court, where the innocent Herniione appear’d, and was condemned by her jealous husband.

Ever in fear to kindle your dislike,
Yea, subject to your count'nance; glad or forry,
As I saw it inclin'd: when was the hour,
I ever contradicted your defire ?
Or made it not mine too? Which of your

friends
Have I not strove to love, although I knew
He were mine enemy? What friend of mine,
That had to him deriv'd your anger,

did I
Continue in iny liking ? Nay, give notice,
He was from thence discharg'd. Sir, call to mind,
That I have been your wife, in this obedience,
Upwards of twenty years; and have been bleit
With many children by you. If in the course
And process of this time, you can report,
And prove it too, against mine honour aught,
My bond of wedlock, or my love and duty.
Against your sacred person, in God's name,
Turn me away; and let the foul'st contempt
Shut door upon me, and so give me up
To the sharpest kind of justice.
Queen Catharine's Speech to Cardinal Wolsey.

-You are meek, and humble-mouth'd ;; You sign your place and calling, in full seeming, With nieekness and humility : but your heart Is crainm'd with arrogancy, spleen, and pride: You have by fortune, and his highness's favours, Gone flightly o’er low steps ; and now are mounted Where pow’rs are your retainers; and your words, Domesticks to you, ferve your will, as't please Yourself pronounce their office. I must tell you, You tender more your person's honour, than Your high profesion spiritual..

Scene VII. King Henry's Character- of Queen

Catharine.
That man i'th'world who shall report he has
A better wife, let hiin in nought be trusted,

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For speaking false in that. Thou art alone
(If thy rare qualities, fweet gentleness,
Thy meekness faint-like, wife-like government
Obeying in commanding, and thy parts
Sovereign and pious, could but speak thee out)
The queen of earthly queens.

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On her own Merit.
Have I liv'd thus long (let me speak myself,
Since virtue finds no friends) a wife, a true one?
A woman (I dare say, without vain glory)
Never yet branded with fufpicion ?
Have I, with all my full affections,
Still met the king lov'd him, next heav'n obey'd him?
Been, out of fondnefs, superstitious to him?
Almost forgot my prayers to content him?
And am 1 thus rewarded ? 'Tis not well, lords.
Bring me a conftant woman to her husband,
One, that ne'er dream'd a joy beyond his pleasure ;
And to that woman, when the has done moft,
Yet will I add an honour; a great patience.

Queen Catharine compared to a Lily.
(3)

-Like the lily,
That once was mistress of the field and flourish’d,
I'll hang my head and perish.

Obedience to Princes.
The hearts of princes kiss obedience,
So much they love it: but to stubborn fpirits,
They swell, and grow as terrible as storms.

SCENS (3) Like the lily, &c.] So Spenser calls The lily, lady of the flow'ring field.

Føeric Queene, B.2. c. 6. 1. 16

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