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1

Henry VIII
[II, 2]

Duke of Norfolk

1120

[Aside to SUFFOLK]
This priest has no pride in him?

2

Henry VIII
[II, 2]

Duke of Suffolk

1122

[Aside to NORFOLK] Not to speak of:
I would not be so sick though for his place:
But this cannot continue.

3

Henry VIII
[II, 2]

Duke of Norfolk

1125

[Aside to SUFFOLK] If it do,
I'll venture one have-at-him.

4

Henry VIII
[II, 2]

Duke of Suffolk

1127

[Aside to NORFOLK] I another.

5

Henry VIII
[II, 2]

Cardinal Wolsey

1163

[Aside to GARDINER] Give me your hand much joy and
favour to you;
You are the king's now.

6

Henry VIII
[II, 2]

Gardiner

1166

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

7

Henry VIII
[II, 3]

Lord Chamberlain

1289

Lady,
I shall not fail to approve the fair conceit
The king hath of you.
[Aside]
I have perused her well;
Beauty and honour in her are so mingled
That they have caught the king: and who knows yet
But from this lady may proceed a gem
To lighten all this isle? I'll to the king,
And say I spoke with you.

8

Henry VIII
[II, 4]

Henry VIII

1611

[Aside]. I may perceive
These cardinals trifle with me: I abhor
This dilatory sloth and tricks of Rome.
My learn'd and well-beloved servant, Cranmer,
Prithee, return: with thy approach, I know,
My comfort comes along. Break up the court:
I say, set on.

9

Henry VIII
[III, 1]

Queen Katharine

1699

[Aside]. To betray me.—
My lords, I thank you both for your good wills;
Ye speak like honest men; pray God, ye prove so!
But how to make ye suddenly an answer,
In such a point of weight, so near mine honour,—
More near my life, I fear,—with my weak wit,
And to such men of gravity and learning,
In truth, I know not. I was set at work
Among my maids: full little, God knows, looking
Either for such men or such business.
For her sake that I have been,—for I feel
The last fit of my greatness,—good your graces,
Let me have time and counsel for my cause:
Alas, I am a woman, friendless, hopeless!

10

Henry VIII
[III, 2]

Cardinal Wolsey

1941

Leave me awhile.
[Exit CROMWELL]
[Aside]
It shall be to the Duchess of Alencon,
The French king's sister: he shall marry her.
Anne Bullen! No; I'll no Anne Bullens for him:
There's more in't than fair visage. Bullen!
No, we'll no Bullens. Speedily I wish
To hear from Rome. The Marchioness of Pembroke!

11

Henry VIII
[III, 2]

Cardinal Wolsey

1955

[Aside] The late queen's gentlewoman,
a knight's daughter,
To be her mistress' mistress! the queen's queen!
This candle burns not clear: 'tis I must snuff it;
Then out it goes. What though I know her virtuous
And well deserving? yet I know her for
A spleeny Lutheran; and not wholesome to
Our cause, that she should lie i' the bosom of
Our hard-ruled king. Again, there is sprung up
An heretic, an arch one, Cranmer; one
Hath crawl'd into the favour of the king,
And is his oracle.

12

Henry VIII
[III, 2]

Cardinal Wolsey

2037

[Aside] What should this mean?

13

Henry VIII
[III, 2]

Earl of Surrey

2038

[Aside] The Lord increase this business!

14

Henry VIII
[V, 1]

Sir Thomas Lovell

2881

[Aside] This is about that which the bishop spake:
I am happily come hither.

15

Henry VIII
[V, 1]

Archbishop Cranmer

2888

[Aside]
I am fearful: wherefore frowns he thus?
'Tis his aspect of terror. All's not well.

16

Henry VIII
[V, 2]

Doctor Butts

3011

[Aside] This is a piece of malice. I am glad
I came this way so happily: the king
Shall understand it presently.

17

Henry VIII
[V, 2]

Archbishop Cranmer

3015

[Aside]. 'Tis Butts,
The king's physician: as he pass'd along,
How earnestly he cast his eyes upon me!
Pray heaven, he sound not my disgrace! For certain,
This is of purpose laid by some that hate me—
God turn their hearts! I never sought their malice—
To quench mine honour: they would shame to make me
Wait else at door, a fellow-counsellor,
'Mong boys, grooms, and lackeys. But their pleasures
Must be fulfill'd, and I attend with patience.