Richm. But, tell me, is young George Stanley living? Stan. He is, my lord, and safe in Leicester town; Whither, if you please, we may withdraw us.

Richm. What men of name are slain on either side? Stan. John duke of Norfolk, Walter lord Ferrers, Sir Robert Brakenbury, and Sir William Brandon. Richm. Inter their bodies as becomes their births: Proclaim a pardon to the soldiers fled,

That in submission will return to us:

Now we'll unite the white rose and the red:-
Smile heaven upon this fair conjunction,
That long hath frown'd upon their enmity!-
What traitor hears me, and says not amen?
England hath long been mad, and scarr'd herself;
The brother blindly shed the brother's blood,
The father rashly slaughter'd his own son,
The son, compell'd, been butcher to the sire:
All this divided York and Lancaster,
Divided in their dire division,

O, now, let Richmond and Elizabeth,

The true succeeders of each royal house,
By heaven's fair ordinance conjoin together!
And let their heirs (heaven, if thy will be so)
Enrich the time to come with smooth-fac'd peace,
With smiling plenty, and fair prosperous days
Abate the edge of traitors, gracious Lord,
That would reduce these bloody days again,
And make poor England weep in streams of blood!
Let them not live to taste this land's increase,

That would with treason wound this fair land's peace
Now civil wounds are stopp'd, peace lives again:
That she may long live here, heaven say amen!

[Exeunt.

THE HISTORY OF

KING HENRY VIII.

THE History of King Henry VIII. closes the series of Shakspeare's "Chronicle Plays." It comprises a period of twelve years, commencing in 1521, and ending with the christening of Elizabeth, in 1533. Shakspeare has deviated from the truth of history by placing the birth of Queen Elizabeth after Queen Katharine's death, which latter event did not take place until 1536. One great merit of this History, however, is its faithful and powerful delineation of the characters of Queen Katharine and Cardinal Wolsey. The poet has drawn his materials in these portraitures from the most authentic sources. The very language, at times, of these personages is literally rendered in the dialogue, as found in the Life of Wolsey by his secretary, Cavendish-and in the chronicles of Holinshed, Stowe, and Hall. Henry VIII., however, is not given with the same historic fidelity. The more repulsive features of his character are softened, in compliment perhaps, to Queen Elizabeth, or rather to her memory; we yet have a very graphic picture of "bluff King Hal." He stands boldly out in the group of leading characters-and contrasts admirably with the noble-minded Katharine, and the ambitious Wolsey. The play is deeply interesting in a historical point of view, forming, as it does, a picture of the immediate causes which led to the establishment of Protestantism in the British dominions, as the religion of the State.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

KING HENRY THE EIGHTH.

CARDINAL WOLSEY.

CARDINAL CAMPEIUS.

CAPUCIUS, Embassador from the Emperor, CHARLES V.

CRANMER, Archbishop of Canterbury.

DUKE OF Norfolk.

EARL OF SURREY.

DUKE OF SUFFOLK.

DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM.

LORD CHAMBERLAIN.

LORD CHANCELLOR.

GARDINER, Bishop of Winchester.

BISHOP OF LINCOLN.
Sir HENRY GUILFORD,
Sir THOMAS LOVELL.
Sir ANTHONY DENNY.
Sir NICHOLAS VAUX.

Secretaries to WOLSEY.

LORD ABERGAVENNY. LORD Sands.

CROMWELL, Servant to WOLSEY.

GRIFFITH, Gentleman- Usher to QUEEN KATHARINE.

Three other Gentlemen. Garter, King at Arms.
DOCTOR BUTTS, Physician to the KING.

Surveyor to the DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM.

BRANDON, and a Sergeant at Arms.

Door-keeper of the Council-Chamber. Porter, and his Man.
Page to GARDINER. A Crier.

QUEEN KATHARINE, Wife to KING HENRY; afterwards divorced.
ANNE BULLEN, her Maid of Honor; afterwards QUEEN.

An Old Lady, Friend to ANNE Bullen.

PATIENCE, Woman to QUEEN KATHARINE.

Several Lords and Ladies in the Dumb Shows; Women attending upon the QUEEN; Spirits, which appear to her; Scribes, Officers, Guards, and other Attendants.

SCENE,-Chiefly in LONDON and WESTMINSTER; once, at KIMBOLTON.

SCENE I.-London.

ACT I.

An Ante-chamber in the Palace.

Enter, on one side, the DUKE OF NORFOLK; on the other, the DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM and LORD ABERGAVENNY.

Buck. Good morrow, and well met. How have you done, Since last we saw in France?

Nor,

I thank your grace,
Healthful; and ever since a fresh admirer
Of what I saw there.

Buck.

An untimely ague

Stay'd me a prisoner in my chamber, when
Those suns of glory, those two lights of men,
Met in the vale of Andren.

Nor.

'Twixt Guynes and Arde: *

I was then present, saw them salute on horseback;

Beheld them, when they lighted, how they clung
In their embracement, as they grew together;

Which had they, what four thron'd ones could have weigh'd
Such a compounded one?

* The meeting between Henry VIII. and Francis I.,-celebrated in history as the "Field of the Cloth of Gold,"—is vividly described by Norfolk.

Buck. All the whole time

I was my chamber's prisoner.
Nor.

Then you lost
The view of earthly glory: men might say,
Till this time, pomp was single; but now married
To one above itself. Each following day
Became the next day's master, till the last
Made former wonders it's: to-day the French
All clinquant, all in gold, like heathen gods,
Shone down the English; and to-morrow they
Made Britain, India: every man that stood
Show'd like a mine. Their dwarfish pages were
As cherubins, all gilt: the madams too,
Not us'd to toil, did almost sweat to bear
The pride upon them, that their very labor
Was to them as a painting: now this mask
Was cried incomparable; and the ensuing night
Made it a fool, and beggar. The two kings,
Equal in lustre, were now best, now worst,
As presence did present them; him in eye,
Still him in praise: and, being present both,
'Twas said they saw but one; and no discerner
Durst wag his tongue in censure.

When these suns

(For so they phrase them) by their heralds challeng'd The noble spirits to arms, they did perform

Beyond thought's compass; that former fabulous story, Being now seen possible enough, got credit,

That Bevis was believ'd.

Buck.

O, you go far.
Nor. As I belong to worship, all was royal;
To the disposing of it naught rebell'd;
Order gave each thing view; the office did
Distinctly his full function.

Buck.
Who did guide,
I mean, who set the body and the limbs
Of this great sport together, as you guess?
Nor. One, certes, that promises no element
In such a business.

Buck.

I pray you, who, my lord?

Nor. All this was order'd by the good discretion

Of the right reverend cardinal of York.

Buck. The foul fiend speed him! no man's pie is freed From his ambitious finger. What had he

To do in these fierce vanities?

Nor.

Surely, sir,

There's in him stuff that puts him to these ends;
For, being not propp'd by ancestry, whose grace
Chalks successors their way; nor call'd upon

For high feats done to the crown; neither allied
To eminent assistants; but, spider-like,

Out of his self-drawing web, he gives us note,
The force of his own merit makes his way;
A gift that heaven gives for him, which buys
A place next to the king.

Aber.

I cannot tell

What heaven hath given him,-let some graver eye
Pierce into that; but I can see his pride

Peep through each part of him.

Buck. Upon this French going-out, why took he upon him, Without the privity o' the king, to appoint

Who should attend on him? He makes up the file
Of all the gentry; for the most part such

To whom as great a charge as little honor

He meant to lay upon.

Aber.

I do know

Kinsmen of mine, three at the least, that have
By this so sicken'd their estates, that never

They shall abound as formerly.

Buck.

O, many

Have broke their backs with laying manors on them
For this great journey. What did this vanity,

But minister communication of

A most poor issue?

Nor.

Grievingly I think,

The peace between the French and us not values
The cost that did conclude it.

Buck.
Every man,
After the hideous storm that follow'd, was
A thing inspir'd; and, not consulting, broke
Into a general prophecy,—that this tempest,
Dashing the garment of this peace, aboded ́
The sudden breach on't.

Nor.

Which is budded out;

For France hath flaw'd the league, and hath attach'd
Our merchants' goods at Bourdeaux.

Aber. A proper title of a peace; and purchas'd
At a superfluous rate!

Buck.

Our reverend cardinal carried.

Why, all this business

'Like it your grace,

Nor.
The state takes notice of the private difference
Betwixt you and the cardinal. I advise you,
(And take it from a heart that wishes towards you
Honor and plenteous safety) that you read
The cardinal's malice and his potency

Together; to consider farther, that