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.

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 GUILDFORD. 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, Officers, Guards, and other Attendants. SCENE, chiefly in London and Westminster; once at

Kimbolton.

SCENE I.-London. An Ante-chamber in the Palace.

Enter the Duke of Norfolk, at one door ; at the other,

the Duke of BUCKINGHAM, and the Lord ABERGA

VENNY.

Buck. Good morrow, and well met. How have you

done, Since last we saw in France ?

Nor. I thank your grace:
Healthful; and ever since a fresh admirer
Of what I saw there.

Buck. An untimely ague
Stay'd me a prisoner in my chamber, when
Those suns of glory, those two lights of men,
Met in the vale of Arde.

Nor. 'Twixt Guynes and Arde:
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
Such a compounded one?

Buck. All the whole time
I was my chamber's prisoner.

Nor. Then you lost
The view of earthly glory : Men might say,
Till this time, pomp was single; but now married
To one above itself. Each following day
Became the next day's master, till the last
Made former wonders it's: To-day, the French,
All clinquant, all in gold, like heathen gods,
Shone down the English ; and, to-morrow, they
Made Britain, India : every man, that stood,
Show'd like a mine. Their dwarfish pages were
As cherubins, all gilt: the madams too,
Not us'd to toil, did almost sweat to bear
The pride upon them, that their very labour
Was to them as a painting : now this mask
Was cry'd incomparable; and the ensuing night
Made it a fool, and beggar. The two kings,