Speeches (Lines) for Lord Chancellor in "History of Henry VIII"

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# Act / Scene Speech text
1 V / 3
  • Speak to the business, master-secretary:
    Why are we met in council?
  • Speak to the business, master-secretary:
    Why are we met in council?
  • Henry VIII. Ha! 'tis he, indeed:
    Is this the honour they do one another?
    'Tis well there's one above 'em yet. I had thought
    They had parted so much honesty among 'em
    At least, good manners, as not thus to suffer
    A man of his place, and so near our favour,
    To dance attendance on their lordships' pleasures,
    And at the door too, like a post with packets.
    By holy Mary, Butts, there's knavery:
    Let 'em alone, and draw the curtain close:
    We shall hear more anon.

    Lord Chancellor. Speak to the business, master-secretary:
    Why are we met in council?

2 V / 3
  • Let him come in.
  • Let him come in.
  • Keeper. My lord archbishop;
    And has done half an hour, to know your pleasures.

    Lord Chancellor. Let him come in.

3 V / 3
  • My good lord archbishop, I'm very sorry
    To sit here at this present, and beh...
  • 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.
  • Keeper. Your grace may enter now.

    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.

4 V / 3
  • This is too much;
    Forbear, for shame, my lords.
  • This is too much;
    Forbear, for shame, my lords.
  • Cromwell. Do.
    Remember your bold life too.

    Lord Chancellor. This is too much;
    Forbear, for shame, my lords.

5 V / 3
  • Then thus for you, my lord: it stands agreed,
    I take it, by all voices, that...
  • Then thus for you, my lord: it stands agreed,
    I take it, by all voices, that forthwith
    You be convey'd to the Tower a prisoner;
    There to remain till the king's further pleasure
    Be known unto us: are you all agreed, lords?
  • Cromwell. And I.

    Lord Chancellor. Then thus for you, my lord: it stands agreed,
    I take it, by all voices, that forthwith
    You be convey'd to the Tower a prisoner;
    There to remain till the king's further pleasure
    Be known unto us: are you all agreed, lords?

6 V / 3
  • 'Tis now too certain:
    How much more is his life in value with him?
    Would...
  • 'Tis now too certain:
    How much more is his life in value with him?
    Would I were fairly out on't!
  • Duke of Norfolk. Do you think, my lords,
    The king will suffer but the little finger
    Of this man to be vex'd?

    Lord Chancellor. 'Tis now too certain:
    How much more is his life in value with him?
    Would I were fairly out on't!

7 V / 3
  • Thus far,
    My most dread sovereign, may it like your grace
    To let my tong...
  • Thus far,
    My most dread sovereign, may it like your grace
    To let my tongue excuse all. What was purposed
    Concerning his imprisonment, was rather,
    If there be faith in men, meant for his trial,
    And fair purgation to the world, than malice,
    I'm sure, in me.
  • Henry VIII. No, sir, it does not please me.
    I had thought I had had men of some understanding
    And wisdom of my council; but I find none.
    Was it discretion, lords, to let this man,
    This good man,--few of you deserve that title,--
    This honest man, wait like a lousy footboy
    At chamber--door? and one as great as you are?
    Why, what a shame was this! Did my commission
    Bid ye so far forget yourselves? I gave ye
    Power as he was a counsellor to try him,
    Not as a groom: there's some of ye, I see,
    More out of malice than integrity,
    Would try him to the utmost, had ye mean;
    Which ye shall never have while I live.

    Lord Chancellor. Thus far,
    My most dread sovereign, may it like your grace
    To let my tongue excuse all. What was purposed
    Concerning his imprisonment, was rather,
    If there be faith in men, meant for his trial,
    And fair purgation to the world, than malice,
    I'm sure, in me.

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