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King Henry Viii - ACT V - SCENE IV Post by :mjmiller Category :Plays Author :William Shakespeare Date :May 2011 Read :2516

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King Henry Viii - ACT V - SCENE IV

The palace yard.

(Noise and tumult within. Enter PORTER and his MAN.)

You'll leave your noise anon, ye rascals. Do you take
the court for Paris garden? Ye rude slaves, leave your gaping.

(Within: Good master porter, I belong to th' larder.)

Belong to th' gallows, and be hang'd, ye rogue! Is
this a place to roar in? Fetch me a dozen crab-tree staves,
and strong ones; these are but switches to 'em. I'll scratch
your heads. You must be seeing christenings? Do you look
for ale and cakes here, you rude rascals?

Pray, sir, be patient; 'tis as much impossible,
Unless we sweep 'em from the door with cannons,
To scatter 'em as 'tis to make 'em sleep
On May-day morning; which will never be.
We may as well push against Paul's as stir 'em.

How got they in, and be hang'd?

Alas, I know not: how gets the tide in?
As much as one sound cudgel of four foot--
You see the poor remainder--could distribute,
I made no spare, sir.

You did nothing, sir.

I am not Samson, nor Sir Guy, nor Colbrand,
To mow 'em down before me; but if I spar'd any
That had a head to hit, either young or old,
He or she, cuckold or cuckold-maker,
Let me ne'er hope to see a chine again;
And that I would not for a cow, God save her!

( Within: Do you hear, master porter?)

I shall be with you presently, good master puppy.
Keep the door close, sirrah.

What would you have me do?

What should you do, but knock 'em down by th'
dozens? Is this Moorfields to muster in? Or have we some
strange Indian with the great tool come to court, the
women so besiege us? Bless me, what a fry of fornication
is at door! On my Christian conscience, this one christening
will beget a thousand: here will be father, godfather,
and all together.

The spoons will be the bigger, sir. There is a fellow
somewhat near the door, he should be a brazier by his
face, for, o' my conscience, twenty of the dog-days now
reign in's nose; all that stand about him are under the line,
they need no other penance. That fire-drake did I hit three
times on the head, and three times was his nose discharged
against me; he stands there like a mortar-piece, to blow us.
There was a haberdasher's wife of small wit near him, that
rail'd upon me till her pink'd porringer fell off her head,
for kindling such a combustion in the state. I miss'd the
meteor once, and hit that woman, who cried out 'Clubs!'
when I might see from far some forty truncheoners draw
to her succour, which were the hope o' th' Strand, where
she was quartered. They fell on; I made good my place.
At length they came to th' broomstaff to me; I defied 'em
still; when suddenly a file of boys behind 'em, loose shot,
deliver'd such a show'r of pebbles that I was fain to draw
mine honour in and let 'em win the work: the devil was
amongst 'em, I think surely.

These are the youths that thunder at a playhouse
and fight for bitten apples; that no audience but the
tribulation of Tower-hill or the limbs of Limehouse, their
dear brothers, are able to endure. I have some of 'em in Limbo
Patrum, and there they are like to dance these three days;
besides the running banquet of two beadles that is to come.


Mercy o' me, what a multitude are here!
They grow still too; from all parts they are coming,
As if we kept a fair here! Where are these porters,
These lazy knaves? Y'have made a fine hand, fellows.
There's a trim rabble let in: are all these
Your faithful friends o' th' suburbs? We shall have
Great store of room, no doubt, left for the ladies,
When they pass back from the christening.

An't please your honour,
We are but men; and what so many may do,
Not being torn a pieces, we have done.
An army cannot rule 'em.

As I live,
If the King blame me for't, I'll lay ye all
By th' heels, and suddenly; and on your heads
Clap round fines for neglect. Y'are lazy knaves;
And here ye lie baiting of bombards, when
Ye should do service. Hark! the trumpets sound;
Th' are come already from the christening.
Go break among the press and find a way out
To let the troops pass fairly, or I'll find
A Marshalsea shall hold ye play these two months.

Make way there for the Princess.

You great fellow,
Stand close up, or I'll make your head ache.

You i' th' camlet, get up o' th' rail;
I'll peck you o'er the pales else.


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King Henry Viii - ACT V - SCENE V
ACT V. SCENE V.The palace.(Enter TRUMPETS, sounding; then two ALDERMEN, LORD MAYOR, GARTER,CRANMER, DUKE OF NORFOLK, with his marshal's staff, DUKE OFSUFFOLK, two Noblemen bearing great standing-bowls for the christening gifts; then four Noblemen bearing a canopy,under which the DUCHESS OF NORFOLK, godmother, bearing the CHILD richly habited in a mantle, etc.,train borne by a LADY; then follows the MARCHIONESS DORSET,the other godmother, and LADIES. The troop pass once about thestage, and GARTER speaks.) GARTER. Heaven, from thy endless goodness, send prosperous life, long and ever-happy, to the high and mighty Princess

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King Henry Viii - ACT V - SCENE III
ACT V. SCENE III.The Council Chamber.(A Council table brought in, with chairs and stools, and placedunder the state. Enter LORD CHANCELLOR, places himself at theupper end of the table on the left band, a seat being left voidabove him, as for Canterbury's seat. DUKE OF SUFFOLK, DUKE OF NORFOLK, SURREY, LORD CHAMBERLAIN, GARDINER, seat themselves in order on each side; CROMWELL at lower end,as secretary. KEEPER at the door.) CHANCELLOR. Speak to the business, master secretary; Why are we met in council? CROMWELL. Please your honours, The chief cause