Speeches (Lines) for Gardiner in "History of Henry VIII"

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1 II / 2
  • [Aside to CARDINAL WOLSEY]
    But to be commanded
    For ever by your grace, w...
  • [Aside to CARDINAL WOLSEY]
    But to be commanded
    For ever by your grace, whose hand has raised me.
  • Cardinal Wolsey. [Aside to GARDINER] Give me your hand much joy and
    favour to you;
    You are the king's now.

    Gardiner. [Aside to CARDINAL WOLSEY]
    But to be commanded
    For ever by your grace, whose hand has raised me.

2 V / 1
  • It's one o'clock, boy, is't not?
  • It's one o'clock, boy, is't not?
  • Queen Katharine. I thank you, honest lord. Remember me
    In all humility unto his highness:
    Say his long trouble now is passing
    Out of this world; tell him, in death I bless'd him,
    For so I will. Mine eyes grow dim. Farewell,
    My lord. Griffith, farewell. Nay, Patience,
    You must not leave me yet: I must to bed;
    Call in more women. When I am dead, good wench,
    Let me be used with honour: strew me over
    With maiden flowers, that all the world may know
    I was a chaste wife to my grave: embalm me,
    Then lay me forth: although unqueen'd, yet like
    A queen, and daughter to a king, inter me.
    I can no more.

    Gardiner. It's one o'clock, boy, is't not?

3 V / 1
  • These should be hours for necessities,
    Not for delights; times to repair our...
  • These should be hours for necessities,
    Not for delights; times to repair our nature
    With comforting repose, and not for us
    To waste these times. Good hour of night, Sir Thomas!
    Whither so late?
  • Page. It hath struck.

    Gardiner. These should be hours for necessities,
    Not for delights; times to repair our nature
    With comforting repose, and not for us
    To waste these times. Good hour of night, Sir Thomas!
    Whither so late?

4 V / 1
  • I did, Sir Thomas: and left him at primero
    With the Duke of Suffolk.
  • I did, Sir Thomas: and left him at primero
    With the Duke of Suffolk.
  • Sir Thomas Lovell. Came you from the king, my lord

    Gardiner. I did, Sir Thomas: and left him at primero
    With the Duke of Suffolk.

5 V / 1
  • Not yet, Sir Thomas Lovell. What's the matter?
    It seems you are in haste: an...
  • Not yet, Sir Thomas Lovell. What's the matter?
    It seems you are in haste: an if there be
    No great offence belongs to't, give your friend
    Some touch of your late business: affairs, that walk,
    As they say spirits do, at midnight, have
    In them a wilder nature than the business
    That seeks dispatch by day.
  • Sir Thomas Lovell. I must to him too,
    Before he go to bed. I'll take my leave.

    Gardiner. Not yet, Sir Thomas Lovell. What's the matter?
    It seems you are in haste: an if there be
    No great offence belongs to't, give your friend
    Some touch of your late business: affairs, that walk,
    As they say spirits do, at midnight, have
    In them a wilder nature than the business
    That seeks dispatch by day.

6 V / 1
  • The fruit she goes with
    I pray for heartily, that it may find
    Good time,...
  • The fruit she goes with
    I pray for heartily, that it may find
    Good time, and live: but for the stock, Sir Thomas,
    I wish it grubb'd up now.
  • Sir Thomas Lovell. My lord, I love you;
    And durst commend a secret to your ear
    Much weightier than this work. The queen's in labour,
    They say, in great extremity; and fear'd
    She'll with the labour end.

    Gardiner. The fruit she goes with
    I pray for heartily, that it may find
    Good time, and live: but for the stock, Sir Thomas,
    I wish it grubb'd up now.

7 V / 1
  • But, sir, sir,
    Hear me, Sir Thomas: you're a gentleman
    Of mine own way;...
  • But, sir, sir,
    Hear me, Sir Thomas: you're a gentleman
    Of mine own way; I know you wise, religious;
    And, let me tell you, it will ne'er be well,
    'Twill not, Sir Thomas Lovell, take't of me,
    Till Cranmer, Cromwell, her two hands, and she,
    Sleep in their graves.
  • Sir Thomas Lovell. Methinks I could
    Cry the amen; and yet my conscience says
    She's a good creature, and, sweet lady, does
    Deserve our better wishes.

    Gardiner. But, sir, sir,
    Hear me, Sir Thomas: you're a gentleman
    Of mine own way; I know you wise, religious;
    And, let me tell you, it will ne'er be well,
    'Twill not, Sir Thomas Lovell, take't of me,
    Till Cranmer, Cromwell, her two hands, and she,
    Sleep in their graves.

8 V / 1
  • Yes, yes, Sir Thomas,
    There are that dare; and I myself have ventured
    To...
  • Yes, yes, Sir Thomas,
    There are that dare; and I myself have ventured
    To speak my mind of him: and indeed this day,
    Sir, I may tell it you, I think I have
    Incensed the lords o' the council, that he is,
    For so I know he is, they know he is,
    A most arch heretic, a pestilence
    That does infect the land: with which they moved
    Have broken with the king; who hath so far
    Given ear to our complaint, of his great grace
    And princely care foreseeing those fell mischiefs
    Our reasons laid before him, hath commanded
    To-morrow morning to the council-board
    He be convented. He's a rank weed, Sir Thomas,
    And we must root him out. From your affairs
    I hinder you too long: good night, Sir Thomas.
  • Sir Thomas Lovell. Now, sir, you speak of two
    The most remark'd i' the kingdom. As for Cromwell,
    Beside that of the jewel house, is made master
    O' the rolls, and the king's secretary; further, sir,
    Stands in the gap and trade of moe preferments,
    With which the time will load him. The archbishop
    Is the king's hand and tongue; and who dare speak
    One syllable against him?

    Gardiner. Yes, yes, Sir Thomas,
    There are that dare; and I myself have ventured
    To speak my mind of him: and indeed this day,
    Sir, I may tell it you, I think I have
    Incensed the lords o' the council, that he is,
    For so I know he is, they know he is,
    A most arch heretic, a pestilence
    That does infect the land: with which they moved
    Have broken with the king; who hath so far
    Given ear to our complaint, of his great grace
    And princely care foreseeing those fell mischiefs
    Our reasons laid before him, hath commanded
    To-morrow morning to the council-board
    He be convented. He's a rank weed, Sir Thomas,
    And we must root him out. From your affairs
    I hinder you too long: good night, Sir Thomas.

9 V / 3
  • Has he had knowledge of it?
  • Has he had knowledge of it?
  • Cromwell. Please your honours,
    The chief cause concerns his grace of Canterbury.

    Gardiner. Has he had knowledge of it?

10 V / 3
  • Yes.
  • Yes.
  • Keeper. Without, my noble lords?

    Gardiner. Yes.

11 V / 3
  • Which reformation must be sudden too,
    My noble lords; for those that tame wi...
  • Which reformation must be sudden too,
    My noble lords; for those that tame wild horses
    Pace 'em not in their hands to make 'em gentle,
    But stop their mouths with stubborn bits, and spur 'em,
    Till they obey the manage. If we suffer,
    Out of our easiness and childish pity
    To one man's honour, this contagious sickness,
    Farewell all physic: and what follows then?
    Commotions, uproars, with a general taint
    Of the whole state: as, of late days, our neighbours,
    The upper Germany, can dearly witness,
    Yet freshly pitied in our memories.
  • Lord Chancellor. My good lord archbishop, I'm very sorry
    To sit here at this present, and behold
    That chair stand empty: but we all are men,
    In our own natures frail, and capable
    Of our flesh; few are angels: out of which frailty
    And want of wisdom, you, that best should teach us,
    Have misdemean'd yourself, and not a little,
    Toward the king first, then his laws, in filling
    The whole realm, by your teaching and your chaplains,
    For so we are inform'd, with new opinions,
    Divers and dangerous; which are heresies,
    And, not reform'd, may prove pernicious.

    Gardiner. Which reformation must be sudden too,
    My noble lords; for those that tame wild horses
    Pace 'em not in their hands to make 'em gentle,
    But stop their mouths with stubborn bits, and spur 'em,
    Till they obey the manage. If we suffer,
    Out of our easiness and childish pity
    To one man's honour, this contagious sickness,
    Farewell all physic: and what follows then?
    Commotions, uproars, with a general taint
    Of the whole state: as, of late days, our neighbours,
    The upper Germany, can dearly witness,
    Yet freshly pitied in our memories.

12 V / 3
  • My lord, because we have business of more moment,
    We will be short with you....
  • My lord, because we have business of more moment,
    We will be short with you. 'Tis his highness' pleasure,
    And our consent, for better trial of you,
    From hence you be committed to the Tower;
    Where, being but a private man again,
    You shall know many dare accuse you boldly,
    More than, I fear, you are provided for.
  • Duke of Suffolk. Nay, my lord,
    That cannot be: you are a counsellor,
    And, by that virtue, no man dare accuse you.

    Gardiner. My lord, because we have business of more moment,
    We will be short with you. 'Tis his highness' pleasure,
    And our consent, for better trial of you,
    From hence you be committed to the Tower;
    Where, being but a private man again,
    You shall know many dare accuse you boldly,
    More than, I fear, you are provided for.

13 V / 3
  • My lord, my lord, you are a sectary,
    That's the plain truth: your painted gl...
  • My lord, my lord, you are a sectary,
    That's the plain truth: your painted gloss discovers,
    To men that understand you, words and weakness.
  • Archbishop Cranmer. Ah, my good Lord of Winchester, I thank you;
    You are always my good friend; if your will pass,
    I shall both find your lordship judge and juror,
    You are so merciful: I see your end;
    'Tis my undoing: love and meekness, lord,
    Become a churchman better than ambition:
    Win straying souls with modesty again,
    Cast none away. That I shall clear myself,
    Lay all the weight ye can upon my patience,
    I make as little doubt, as you do conscience
    In doing daily wrongs. I could say more,
    But reverence to your calling makes me modest.

    Gardiner. My lord, my lord, you are a sectary,
    That's the plain truth: your painted gloss discovers,
    To men that understand you, words and weakness.

14 V / 3
  • Good master secretary,
    I cry your honour mercy; you may, worst
    Of all th...
  • Good master secretary,
    I cry your honour mercy; you may, worst
    Of all this table, say so.
  • Cromwell. My Lord of Winchester, you are a little,
    By your good favour, too sharp; men so noble,
    However faulty, yet should find respect
    For what they have been: 'tis a cruelty
    To load a falling man.

    Gardiner. Good master secretary,
    I cry your honour mercy; you may, worst
    Of all this table, say so.

15 V / 3
  • Do not I know you for a favourer
    Of this new sect? ye are not sound.
  • Do not I know you for a favourer
    Of this new sect? ye are not sound.
  • Cromwell. Why, my lord?

    Gardiner. Do not I know you for a favourer
    Of this new sect? ye are not sound.

16 V / 3
  • Not sound, I say.
  • Not sound, I say.
  • Cromwell. Not sound?

    Gardiner. Not sound, I say.

17 V / 3
  • I shall remember this bold language.
  • I shall remember this bold language.
  • Cromwell. Would you were half so honest!
    Men's prayers then would seek you, not their fears.

    Gardiner. I shall remember this bold language.

18 V / 3
  • I have done.
  • I have done.
  • Lord Chancellor. This is too much;
    Forbear, for shame, my lords.

    Gardiner. I have done.

19 V / 3
  • What other
    Would you expect? you are strangely troublesome.
    Let some o'...
  • What other
    Would you expect? you are strangely troublesome.
    Let some o' the guard be ready there.
  • Archbishop Cranmer. Is there no other way of mercy,
    But I must needs to the Tower, my lords?

    Gardiner. What other
    Would you expect? you are strangely troublesome.
    Let some o' the guard be ready there.

20 V / 3
  • Receive him,
    And see him safe i' the Tower.
  • Receive him,
    And see him safe i' the Tower.
  • Archbishop Cranmer. For me?
    Must I go like a traitor thither?

    Gardiner. Receive him,
    And see him safe i' the Tower.

21 V / 3
  • Dread sovereign, how much are we bound to heaven
    In daily thanks, that gave...
  • Dread sovereign, how much are we bound to heaven
    In daily thanks, that gave us such a prince;
    Not only good and wise, but most religious:
    One that, in all obedience, makes the church
    The chief aim of his honour; and, to strengthen
    That holy duty, out of dear respect,
    His royal self in judgment comes to hear
    The cause betwixt her and this great offender.
  • Cromwell. My mind gave me,
    In seeking tales and informations
    Against this man, whose honesty the devil
    And his disciples only envy at,
    Ye blew the fire that burns ye: now have at ye!

    Gardiner. Dread sovereign, how much are we bound to heaven
    In daily thanks, that gave us such a prince;
    Not only good and wise, but most religious:
    One that, in all obedience, makes the church
    The chief aim of his honour; and, to strengthen
    That holy duty, out of dear respect,
    His royal self in judgment comes to hear
    The cause betwixt her and this great offender.

22 V / 3
  • With a true heart
    And brother-love I do it.
  • With a true heart
    And brother-love I do it.
  • Henry VIII. Come, come, my lord, you'ld spare your spoons: you
    shall have two noble partners with you; the old
    Duchess of Norfolk, and Lady Marquess Dorset: will
    these please you?
    Once more, my Lord of Winchester, I charge you,
    Embrace and love this man.

    Gardiner. With a true heart
    And brother-love I do it.

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