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

Total: 13
print
# Act / Scene Speech text
1 II / 4
  • Madam, you are call'd back.
  • Madam, you are call'd back.
  • Crier. Katharine Queen of England, come into the court.

    Griffith. Madam, you are call'd back.

2 IV / 2
  • How does your grace?
  • How does your grace?
  • "Both". You may command us, sir.

    Griffith. How does your grace?

3 IV / 2
  • Yes, madam; but I think your grace,
    Out of the pain you suffer'd, gave no ea...
  • Yes, madam; but I think your grace,
    Out of the pain you suffer'd, gave no ear to't.
  • Queen Katharine. O Griffith, sick to death!
    My legs, like loaden branches, bow to the earth,
    Willing to leave their burthen. Reach a chair:
    So; now, methinks, I feel a little ease.
    Didst thou not tell me, Griffith, as thou led'st me,
    That the great child of honour, Cardinal Wolsey, Was dead?

    Griffith. Yes, madam; but I think your grace,
    Out of the pain you suffer'd, gave no ear to't.

4 IV / 2
  • Well, the voice goes, madam:
    For after the stout Earl Northumberland
    Arr...
  • Well, the voice goes, madam:
    For after the stout Earl Northumberland
    Arrested him at York, and brought him forward,
    As a man sorely tainted, to his answer,
    He fell sick suddenly, and grew so ill
    He could not sit his mule.
  • Queen Katharine. Prithee, good Griffith, tell me how he died:
    If well, he stepp'd before me, happily
    For my example.

    Griffith. Well, the voice goes, madam:
    For after the stout Earl Northumberland
    Arrested him at York, and brought him forward,
    As a man sorely tainted, to his answer,
    He fell sick suddenly, and grew so ill
    He could not sit his mule.

5 IV / 2
  • At last, with easy roads, he came to Leicester,
    Lodged in the abbey; where t...
  • At last, with easy roads, he came to Leicester,
    Lodged in the abbey; where the reverend abbot,
    With all his covent, honourably received him;
    To whom he gave these words, 'O, father abbot,
    An old man, broken with the storms of state,
    Is come to lay his weary bones among ye;
    Give him a little earth for charity!'
    So went to bed; where eagerly his sickness
    Pursued him still: and, three nights after this,
    About the hour of eight, which he himself
    Foretold should be his last, full of repentance,
    Continual meditations, tears, and sorrows,
    He gave his honours to the world again,
    His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace.
  • Queen Katharine. Alas, poor man!

    Griffith. At last, with easy roads, he came to Leicester,
    Lodged in the abbey; where the reverend abbot,
    With all his covent, honourably received him;
    To whom he gave these words, 'O, father abbot,
    An old man, broken with the storms of state,
    Is come to lay his weary bones among ye;
    Give him a little earth for charity!'
    So went to bed; where eagerly his sickness
    Pursued him still: and, three nights after this,
    About the hour of eight, which he himself
    Foretold should be his last, full of repentance,
    Continual meditations, tears, and sorrows,
    He gave his honours to the world again,
    His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace.

6 IV / 2
  • Noble madam,
    Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues
    We write in...
  • Noble madam,
    Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues
    We write in water. May it please your highness
    To hear me speak his good now?
  • Queen Katharine. So may he rest; his faults lie gently on him!
    Yet thus far, Griffith, give me leave to speak him,
    And yet with charity. He was a man
    Of an unbounded stomach, ever ranking
    Himself with princes; one that, by suggestion,
    Tied all the kingdom: simony was fair-play;
    His own opinion was his law: i' the presence
    He would say untruths; and be ever double
    Both in his words and meaning: he was never,
    But where he meant to ruin, pitiful:
    His promises were, as he then was, mighty;
    But his performance, as he is now, nothing:
    Of his own body he was ill, and gave
    The clergy in example.

    Griffith. Noble madam,
    Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues
    We write in water. May it please your highness
    To hear me speak his good now?

7 IV / 2
  • This cardinal,
    Though from an humble stock, undoubtedly
    Was fashion'd to...
  • This cardinal,
    Though from an humble stock, undoubtedly
    Was fashion'd to much honour from his cradle.
    He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one;
    Exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and persuading:
    Lofty and sour to them that loved him not;
    But to those men that sought him sweet as summer.
    And though he were unsatisfied in getting,
    Which was a sin, yet in bestowing, madam,
    He was most princely: ever witness for him
    Those twins Of learning that he raised in you,
    Ipswich and Oxford! one of which fell with him,
    Unwilling to outlive the good that did it;
    The other, though unfinish'd, yet so famous,
    So excellent in art, and still so rising,
    That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue.
    His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him;
    For then, and not till then, he felt himself,
    And found the blessedness of being little:
    And, to add greater honours to his age
    Than man could give him, he died fearing God.
  • Queen Katharine. Yes, good Griffith;
    I were malicious else.

    Griffith. This cardinal,
    Though from an humble stock, undoubtedly
    Was fashion'd to much honour from his cradle.
    He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one;
    Exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and persuading:
    Lofty and sour to them that loved him not;
    But to those men that sought him sweet as summer.
    And though he were unsatisfied in getting,
    Which was a sin, yet in bestowing, madam,
    He was most princely: ever witness for him
    Those twins Of learning that he raised in you,
    Ipswich and Oxford! one of which fell with him,
    Unwilling to outlive the good that did it;
    The other, though unfinish'd, yet so famous,
    So excellent in art, and still so rising,
    That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue.
    His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him;
    For then, and not till then, he felt himself,
    And found the blessedness of being little:
    And, to add greater honours to his age
    Than man could give him, he died fearing God.

8 IV / 2
  • She is asleep: good wench, let's sit down quiet,
    For fear we wake her: softl...
  • She is asleep: good wench, let's sit down quiet,
    For fear we wake her: softly, gentle Patience.
    [The vision. Enter, solemnly tripping one after]
    another, six personages, clad in white robes,
    wearing on their heads garlands of bays, and golden
    vizards on their faces; branches of bays or palm in
    their hands. They first congee unto her, then
    dance; and, at certain changes, the first two hold
    a spare garland over her head; at which the other
    four make reverent curtsies; then the two that held
    the garland deliver the same to the other next two,
    who observe the same order in their changes, and
    holding the garland over her head: which done,
    they deliver the same garland to the last two, who
    likewise observe the same order: at which, as it
    were by inspiration, she makes in her sleep signs
    of rejoicing, and holdeth up her hands to heaven:
    and so in their dancing vanish, carrying the
    garland with them. The music continues]
  • Queen Katharine. After my death I wish no other herald,
    No other speaker of my living actions,
    To keep mine honour from corruption,
    But such an honest chronicler as Griffith.
    Whom I most hated living, thou hast made me,
    With thy religious truth and modesty,
    Now in his ashes honour: peace be with him!
    Patience, be near me still; and set me lower:
    I have not long to trouble thee. Good Griffith,
    Cause the musicians play me that sad note
    I named my knell, whilst I sit meditating
    On that celestial harmony I go to.

    Griffith. She is asleep: good wench, let's sit down quiet,
    For fear we wake her: softly, gentle Patience.
    [The vision. Enter, solemnly tripping one after]
    another, six personages, clad in white robes,
    wearing on their heads garlands of bays, and golden
    vizards on their faces; branches of bays or palm in
    their hands. They first congee unto her, then
    dance; and, at certain changes, the first two hold
    a spare garland over her head; at which the other
    four make reverent curtsies; then the two that held
    the garland deliver the same to the other next two,
    who observe the same order in their changes, and
    holding the garland over her head: which done,
    they deliver the same garland to the last two, who
    likewise observe the same order: at which, as it
    were by inspiration, she makes in her sleep signs
    of rejoicing, and holdeth up her hands to heaven:
    and so in their dancing vanish, carrying the
    garland with them. The music continues]

9 IV / 2
  • Madam, we are here.
  • Madam, we are here.
  • Queen Katharine. Spirits of peace, where are ye? are ye all gone,
    And leave me here in wretchedness behind ye?

    Griffith. Madam, we are here.

10 IV / 2
  • None, madam.
  • None, madam.
  • Queen Katharine. It is not you I call for:
    Saw ye none enter since I slept?

    Griffith. None, madam.

11 IV / 2
  • I am most joyful, madam, such good dreams
    Possess your fancy.
  • I am most joyful, madam, such good dreams
    Possess your fancy.
  • Queen Katharine. No? Saw you not, even now, a blessed troop
    Invite me to a banquet; whose bright faces
    Cast thousand beams upon me, like the sun?
    They promised me eternal happiness;
    And brought me garlands, Griffith, which I feel
    I am not worthy yet to wear: I shall, assuredly.

    Griffith. I am most joyful, madam, such good dreams
    Possess your fancy.

12 IV / 2
  • She is going, wench: pray, pray.
  • She is going, wench: pray, pray.
  • Patience. Do you note
    How much her grace is alter'd on the sudden?
    How long her face is drawn? how pale she looks,
    And of an earthy cold? Mark her eyes!

    Griffith. She is going, wench: pray, pray.

13 IV / 2
  • You are to blame,
    Knowing she will not lose her wonted greatness,
    To use...
  • You are to blame,
    Knowing she will not lose her wonted greatness,
    To use so rude behavior; go to, kneel.
  • Queen Katharine. You are a saucy fellow:
    Deserve we no more reverence?

    Griffith. You are to blame,
    Knowing she will not lose her wonted greatness,
    To use so rude behavior; go to, kneel.

© Copyright 2017-2022 Shakespeare Network - Maximianno Cobra - All rights reserved.

shakespeare_network

© Copyright 2017-2022 Shakespeare Network - Maximianno Cobra - All rights reserved.