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Sc. 16 Enter Sir Thomas More, the Lieutenant, and a Servant attending, as in his chamber in the Tower

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Master Lieutenant, is the warrant come?

If it be so, i’ God’s name let us know it.

LIEUTENANT My lord, it is.

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’Tis welcome, sir, to me with all my heart.

His blessèd will be done.

LIEUTENANT

Your wisdom, sir, hath been so well approved,

And your fair patience in imprisonment

Hath ever shown such constancy of mind

And Christian resolution in all troubles,

As warrants us you are not unprepared.

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No, Master Lieutenant. I thank my God

I have peace of conscience, though the world and I

Are at a little odds. But we’ll be even now, I hope,

Ere long. When is the execution of your warrant?

LIEUTENANT

Tomorrow morning.

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So, sir, I thank ye.

I have not lived so ill I fear to die.

Master Lieutenant,

I have had a sore fit of the stone tonight;

But the King hath sent me such a rare receipt,

I thank him, as I shall not need to fear it much.

LIEUTENANT

In life and death, still merry Sir Thomas More.

[To Servant] Sirrah fellow, reach me the urinal.

He gives it him

Ha, let me see. There’s gravel in the water.

And yet, in very sober truth I swear,

The man were likely to live long enough,

So pleased the King. Here, fellow, take it.

SERVANT

Shall I go with it to the doctor, sir?

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No, save thy labour. We’ll cozen him of a fee.

Thou shalt see me take a dram tomorrow morning

Shall cure the stone, I warrant, doubt it not.—

Master Lieutenant, what news of my lord of Rochester?

LIEUTENANT

Yesterday morning was he put to death.

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The peace of soul sleep with him!

He was a learned and a reverend prelate,

And a rich man, believe me.

LIEUTENANT

If he were rich, what is Sir Thomas More,

That all this while hath been Lord Chancellor?

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Say ye so, Master Lieutenant? What do you think

A man that with my time had held my place

Might purchase?

LIEUTENANT

Perhaps, my lord, two thousand pound a year.

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Master Lieutenant, I protest to you,

I never had the means in all my life

To purchase one poor hundred pound a year.

I think I am the poorest chancellor

That ever was in England, though I could wish,

For credit of the place, that my estate were better.

LIEUTENANT It’s very strange.

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It will be found as true.

I think, sir, that with most part of my coin

I have purchased as strange commodities

As ever you heard tell of in your life.

LIEUTENANT Commodities, my lord?

Might I without offence enquire of them?

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Crutches, Master Lieutenant, and bare cloaks,

For halting soldiers and poor needy scholars,

Have had my gettings in the Chancery.

To think but what acheat the crown shall have

By my attainder! I prithee, if thou beest a gentleman,

Get but a copy of my inventory.

That part of poet that was given me

Made me a very unthrift;

For this is the disease attends us all:

Poets were never thrifty, never shall.

Enter Lady More, mourning, Daughters, [one of them Roper’s Wife,] Master Roper

LIEUTENANT O noble More!

My lord, your wife, your son-in-law and daughters.

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Son Roper, welcome. Welcome, wife and girls.

Why do you weep? Because I live at ease?

Did you not see, when I was Chancellor

I was so cloyed with suitors every hour

I could not sleep nor dine nor sup in quiet.

Here’s none of this. Here I can sit and talk

With my honest keeper half a day together,

Laugh and be merry. Why then should you weep?

ROPER

These tears, my lord, for this your long restraint

Hope had dried up, with comfort that we yet,

Although imprisoned, might have had your life.

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To live in prison: what a life were that?

The King, I thank him, loves me more than so.

Tomorrow I shall be at liberty

To go even whither I can,

After I have dispatched my business.

LADY MORE

Ah husband, husband, yet submit yourself.

Have care of your poor wife and children.

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Wife, so I have, and I do leave you all

To His protection hath the power to keep

You safer than I can,

The father of the widow and the orphan.

ROPER

The world, my lord, hath ever held you wise,

And ’t shall be no distaste unto your wisdom

To yield to the opinion of the state.

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I have deceived myself, I must acknowledge;

And as you say, son Roper, to confess the same

It will be no disparagement at all.

LADY MORE (offering to depart)

His highness shall be certified thereof, immediately.

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Nay, hear me, wife. First let me tell ye how

I thought to have had a barber for my beard;

Now I remember that were labour lost:

The headsman now shall cut off head and all.

ROPER’S WIFE

Father, his majesty, upon your meek submission,

Will yet, they say, receive you to his grace,

In as great credit as you were before.

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( ) wench. Faith, my lord the King

Has appointed me to do a little business.

If that were past, my girl, thou then shouldst see

What I would say to him about that matter.

But I shall be so busy until then

I shall not tend it.

BOTH DAUGHTERS Ah, my dear father!

LADY MORE Dear lord and husband!

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Be comforted, good wife, to live and love my children,

For with thee leave I all my care of them.

Son Roper, for my sake that have loved thee well,

And for her virtue’s sake, cherish my child.—

Girl, be not proud, but of thy husband’s love.

Ever retain thy virtuous modesty.

That modesty is such a comely garment

As it is never out of fashion, sits as fair

Upon the meaner woman as the empress.

No stuff that gold can buy is half so rich,

Nor ornament that so becomes a woman.

Live all, and love together, and thereby

You give your father a rich obsequy.

BOTH DAUGHTERS

Your blessing, dear father.

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I must be gone—God bless you—

To talk with God, who now doth call.

LADY MORE

Ah, my dear husband—

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Sweet wife, goodnight, goodnight.

God send us all his everlasting light.

ROPER

I think before this hour

More heavy hearts ne’er parted in the Tower.

Exeunt [Lady More, Daughters, and Roper one way; More,

Lieutenant, and Servant as into the Tower]

Sc. 17 Enter the Sheriffs of London and their Officers at one door, the Warders with their halberds at another

FIRST SHERIFF

Officers, what time of day is’t?

OFFICER

Almost eight o’clock.

SECOND SHERIFF

We must make haste then, lest we stay too long.

FIRST WARDER

Good morrow, Master Sheriffs of London. Master

Lieutenant

Wills ye repair to the limits of the Tower,

There to receive your prisoner.

FIRST SHERIFF (to Officer)

Go back and tell his worship we are ready.

SECOND SHERIFF

Go bid the officers make clear the way,

There may be passage for the prisoner.

Enter Lieutenant and his guard, with More

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Yet God be thanked, here’s a fair day toward

To take our journey in. Master Lieutenant,

It were fair walking on the Tower leads.

LIEUTENANT

An so it might have liked my sovereign lord,

I would to God you might have walked there still.

He weeps

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Sir, we are walking to a better place.

O sir, your kind and loving tears

Are like sweet odours to embalm your friend.

Thank your good lady; since I was your guest

She has made me a very wanton, in good sooth.

LIEUTENANT

O, I had hoped we should not yet have parted!

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But I must leave ye for a little while.

Within an hour or two you may look for me.

But there will be so many come to see me

That I shall be so proud I will not speak;

And sure my memory is grown so ill

I fear I shall forget my head behind me.

LIEUTENANT

God and his blessed angels be about ye!—

Here, Master Sheriffs, receive your prisoner.

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Good morrow, Master Sheriffs of London, to ye both.

I thank ye that ye will vouchsafe to meet me.

I see by this you have not quite forgot

That I was in times past as you are now,

A sheriff of London.

FIRST SHERIFF

Sir, then you know our duty doth require it.

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I know it well, sir, else I would have been glad

You might have saved a labour at this time.

[To Second Sheriff] Ah, Master Sheriff,

You and I have been of old acquaintance.

You were a patient auditor of mine

When I read the divinity lecture

At St Laurence’s.

SECOND SHERIFF

Sir Thomas More,

I have heard you oft, as many other did,

To our great comfort.

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Pray God you may so now, with all my heart.

And, as I call to mind,

When I studied the law in Lincoln’s Inn

I was of counsel with ye in a cause.

SECOND SHERIFF

I was about to say so, good Sir Thomas.

〈 〉

[They pass over the stage. A ladder to the scaffold is

revealed, with the Hangman attending it]

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O, is this the place?

I promise ye, it is a goodly scaffold.

In sooth, I am come about a headless errand,

For I have not much to say, now I am here.

Well, let’s ascend, i’ God’s name.

In troth, methinks your stair is somewhat weak.

[To the Hangman] I prithee, honest friend, lend me thy

hand

To help me up. As for my coming down,

Let me alone, I’ll look to that myself.

As he is going up the stairs, enters the Earls of Surrey and Shrewsbury

My lords of Surrey and of Shrewsbury, give me your

hands yet before we part. Ye see, though it pleaseth the

King to raise me thus high, yet I am not proud; for the

higher I mount the better I can see my friends about me.

I am now on a far voyage, and this strange wooden

horse must bear me thither. Yet I perceive by your looks

you like my bargain so ill that there’s not one of ye all

dare venture with me. (Walking) Truly, here’s a most

sweet gallery. I like the air of it better than my garden at

Chelsea. By your patience, good people that have

pressed thus into my bedchamber, if you’ll not trouble

me I’ll take a sound sleep here.

SHREWSBURY

My lord, ’twere good you’d publish to the world

Your great offence unto his majesty.

MORE My lord, I’ll bequeath this legacy to the hangman, and do it instantly.

Gives him his gown

I confess his majesty hath been ever good to me, and my

offence to his highness makes me of a state pleader, a

stage player—though I am old and have a bad voice—to

act this last scene of my tragedy. I’ll send him, for my

trespass, a reverend head: somewhat bald, for it is not

requisite any head should stand covered to so high

majesty. If that content him not, because I think my

body will then do me small pleasure, let him but bury it

and take it.

SURREY

My lord, my lord, hold conference with your soul.

You see, my lord, the time of life is short.

MORE I see it, my good lord. I dispatched that business the last night. I come hither only to be let blood by the hangman. My doctor here tells me it is good for the headache.

HANGMAN I beseech ye, my lord, forgive me.

MORE Forgive thee, honest fellow? Why?

HANGMAN For your death, my lord.

MORE O, my death! I had rather it were in thy power to forgive me, for thou hast the sharpest action against me. The law, my honest friend, lies in thy hands now. Here’s thy fee.

[He gives him] his purse

And, my good fellow, let my suit be dispatched presently;

for ‘tis all one pain to die a lingering death and to live

in the continual mill of a lawsuit. But I can tell thee,

my neck is so short that if thou shouldst behead an

hundred noblemen like myself, thou wouldst ne’er get

credit by it. Therefore—look ye, sir—do it handsomely,

or, of my word, thou shalt never deal with me

hereafter.

HANGMAN I’ll take an order for that, my lord.

MORE One thing more: take heed thou cutt’st not off my beard. O, I forgot, execution passed upon that last night, and the body of it lies buried in the Tower. Stay, is’t not possible to make a scape from all this strong guard? It is.

There is a thing within me that will raise

And elevate my better part ’bove sight

Of these same weaker eyes. And Master Sheriffs,

For all this troop of steel that tends my death,

I shall break from you and fly up to heaven.

Let’s seek the means for this.

HANGMAN My lord, I pray ye put off your doublet. 115

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Speak not so coldly to me; I am hoarse already.

I would be loath, good fellow, to take more.

Point me the block; I ne’er was here before.

HANGMAN

To the east side, my lord.

MORE Then to the east.

We go to sigh; that o’er, to sleep in rest.

Here More forsakes all mirth; good reason why:

The fool of flesh must with her frail life die.

No eye salute my trunk with a sad tear.

Our birth to heaven should be thus: void of fear.

Exit

SURREY

A very learnèd worthy gentleman

Seals error with his blood. Come, we’ll to court.

Let’s sadly hence to perfect unknown fates,

Whilst he tends progress to the state of states. [Exeunt]

[Original Text (Munday)]

APPENDIX A

The following passages in the Original Text are marked for deletion and replaced by the Additional Passages.

AI. Replaced by 4.1-76. In the Original Text there are missing leaves between AI and A2.

DOLL

Peace there, I say! Hear Captain Lincoln speak.

Keep silence till we know his mind at large.

ALL THE REST

Agreed, agreed. Speak then, brave Captain Lincoln.

LINCOLN

Come, gallant bloods, you whose free souls do scorn

To bear th’enforcèd wrongs of aliens.

Add rage to resolution. Fire the houses

Of these audacious strangers. This is St Martin’s,

And yonder dwells Meautis, a wealthy Piccard,

At the Green Gate;

De Barde, Peter van Hollak, Adrian Martin,

With many more outlandish fugitives.

Shall these enjoy more privilege than we

In our own country? Let’s then become their slaves.

Since justice keeps not them in greater awe,

We’ll be ourselves rough ministers at law.

ALL THE REST Fire the houses, fire the houses!

DOLL Ay, for we may as well make bonfires on May Day as at Midsummer. We’ll alter the day in the calendar, and set it down in flaming letters.

SHERWIN

Stay, that would much endanger the whole city,

Whereto I would not the least prejudice.

DOLL No, nor I neither: so may mine own house be burned for company. I’ll tell ye what: we’ll drag the strangers out into Moorfields, and there bumbaste them till they stink again.

GEORGE BETTS

Let some of us enter the strangers’ houses,

And, if we find them there, then bring them forth.

Exeunt some, and Sherwin

DOLL If ye bring them forth before ye find them, I’ll never allow of that.

WILLIAMSON

Now, lads, how shall we labour in our safety?

I hear the Mayor hath gathered men in arms,

And that Sheriff More an hour ago received

Some of the Privy Council in at Ludgate.

Force now must make our peace, or else we fall.

’will soon be known we are the principal.

DOLL And what of that? If thou beest afraid, husband, go home again and hide thy head, for, by the Lord, I’ll have a little sport now I am at it.

GEORGE BETTS

Let’s stand upon our guard, and if they come

Receive them as they were our enemies.

Enter Sherwin and the rest

LINCOLN

How now, have ye found any?

SHERWIN

Not one, they’re fled.

LINCOLN

Then fire the houses, that, the Mayor being busy

About the quenching of them, we may scape.

Burn down their kennels! Let us straight away,

Lest that this prove to us an ill May Day. Exeunt

Sc. 4a Enter three or four prentices of trades, famongst them Harry, Robin, and Kit,⌉ with a pair of cudgels

HARRY Come, lay down the cudgels.—Ha, Robin, you met us well at Bunhill, to have you with us a-Maying this morning!

ROBIN Faith, Harry, the head drawer at the Mitre by the Great Conduit called me up, and we went to breakfast into St Anne’s Lane. But come, who begins? In good faith, I am clean out of practice. When wast at Garrett’s school, Harry?

HARRY Not this great while; never since I brake his usher’s head when he played his scholar’s prize at the Star in Bread Street. I use all to George Philpot’s at Dowgate. He’s the best back-sword man in England.

KIT ‘Bate me an ace of that,’ quoth Bolton. 58

HARRY I’ll not bate ye a pin on‘t, sir, for, by this cudgel, ’tis true.

KIT I will cudgel that opinion out of ye. Did you break an usher’s head, sir?

HARRY Ay, marry, did I, sir.

KIT I am very glad on’t. You shall break mine too, an ye can.

HARRY Sirrah, I prithee what art thou?

KIT Why, I am a prentice, as thou art. Seest thou now? I’ll play with thee at blunt here in Cheapside; and when thou hast done, if thou beest angry, I’ll fight with thee at sharp in Moorfields. I have a sword to serve my turn in a favour. ( > come July, to serve < )

[Exeunt]

A2. Replaced approximately by 6.159-63.

MORE To persist in it is present death. But if you yield yourselves, no doubt what punishment you in simplicity have incurred, his highness in mercy will most graciously pardon.

A3. Continues after Sc. 7. Replaced by 8.22-46 and 128-159. In the Original Text there are missing leaves between A3 and A4. Revised Sc. 8 restructures and expands upon A3 and A4. Annotated probably by Hand B.

This must be new written.

Sc. 8 A table being covered with a green carpet, a state cushion on it, and the purse and mace lying thereon, enter Sir Thomas More, and his man Randall with him, attired like him

MORE Come on, sir, are you ready?

RANDALL Yes, my lord. I stand but upon a few points. I shall have done presently. Is it your honour’s pleasure that I should grow proud now?

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Ay, I must have thee proud, or else thou‘lt ne’er

Be near allied to greatness. Observe me, sir.

The learnèd clerk Erasmus is arrived

Within our English court. This day, I hear,

He feasteth with an English honoured poet

The Earl of Surrey, and I know this night 10

The famous clerk of Rotterdam will visit

Sir Thomas More. Therefore, sir, act my part.

There, take my place furnished with purse and mace.

I’ll see if great Erasmus can distinguish

Merit and outward ceremony. Observe me, sirrah.

I’ll be thy glass. Dress thy behaviour

According to my carriage. But beware

Thou talk not overmuch, for ‘twill betray thee.

Who prates not oft seems wise, his wit few scan,

Whilst the tongue blabs tales of th’imperfect man.

RANDALL I conceive your lordship, and have learned your shift so well that I must needs be apprehensive.

The waits plays within

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This music tells us that the Earl is come

With learned Erasmus. Now, my Lord Chancellor,

Act like a formal player our grave part.

RANDALL I pray ye, my lord, let me command ye to leave me. If I do it not in cue, let your lordship banish me from the wearing of a gold chain for ever.

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They come now. Set thy countenance, act thy part

With a firm boldness, and thou winnest my heart.

Exit

Music. Enter Surrey, Erasmus, and attendants

SURREY

Now, great Erasmus, you approach the presence

Of a most learned worthy gentleman.

This little isle holds not a truer friend

Unto the arts; nor doth his greatness add

A feigned flourish to his worthy merit.

He’s great in study: that’s the statist’s grace

That gains more reverence than the outward place.

ERASMUS

Report, my lord, hath crossed the narrow seas,

And to the several parts of Christendom

Hath borne the fame of your Lord Chancellor.

I longed to see him whom with loving thoughts

I in my study oft have visited.

Is yon Sir Thomas?

SURREY

It is, Erasmus.

Now do you view the honourablest scholar,

The most religious politician,

The worthiest counsellor, that tends our state.

That study is the general watch of England.

In it, the Prince’s safety and the peace

That shines upon our commonwealth are forged

Upon the golden anvil of his brain.

Who cures the realm, such care attends the great

That mind and body must together sweat.

ERASMUS

His lordship hath some weighty business, sure,

For see, as yet he takes no notice of us.

I think ’were best I do my duty to him

In a short Latin speech.

SURREY It will do well.

He’s the best linguist that we have in England.

ERASMUS

Cum tua virtus, amplissime doctissimeque vir,

< > as pervenit < > tu < >visui < > divin

A4. Replaced by 8.47-127 and 8.219-86.

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Methinks this strange and ruffian-like disguise

Fits not the follower of a secretary.

FALKNER

My lord, I wear my hair upon a vow.

SHREWSBURY

But for no penance of your sins, I fear.

SURREY

No, he’s no haircloth man, though he wear hair.

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Falkner, how long is’t since you cut your locks?

FALKNER Three years, my lord.

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How long will’t be before your vow expire?

FALKNER

As many years as since my hair was cut.

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Sure, vows are holy things, if they be made

To good intent; and, sir, you shall not say

You were compelled by me to break your vow.

But till the expiration of the same,

Because I will not have ye walk the streets

For every man to stand and wonder at,

I will commit ye prisoner unto Newgate,

Except meantime your conscience give you leave

To dispense with the long vow that you have made.—

Away with him.

SURREY

A cell most meet for such a votary.

FALKNER Well, sir, and I may perhaps be bailed ere’t be long, and yet wear my hair. They lead him out

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And Master Sheriff of London,

Here in his highness’ name we give you charge

Continual watch be kept throughout the city

For the suppressing of these mutinies.

And if hereafter any that belong

Either to my lord of Winchester or Ely

Do come into your city with a weapon,

Or above two of either faction

Shall be seen walking in the streets together,

Or meet in tavern or in ordinary,

They be committed presently to prison.

SURREY

And cause to be proclaimed about the city

That no man whatsoever that belongs

Either to my lord of Winchester or Ely

Do walk without the livery of his lord,

Either in cloak or any other garment,

That notice may be taken of th’offenders.

Enter Master Morris, and exeunt Sheriff and ⌈ail but

Morel⌉

MORRIS

God save your honour my Lord Chancellor!

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Welcome, Master Morris! What news, sir?

MORRIS

I come most humbly to entreat your honour

In the behalf of a poor man of mine.

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What, the votary that will not cut his hair

Until the expiration of his vow?

MORRIS

My lord, being sorry for his rude behaviour,

He hath cut his hair, and doth conform himself

To honest decency in his attire.

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Where is the fellow? I am glad to hear it.

Falkner is brought

MORRIS

Here, my good lord.

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You mock me, surely. This is not the man.

FALKNER

Yes indeed, my lord, I am he.

MORE Thou art not, sure.

The other was an ugly, filthy knave;

Thou a good-featured and well-favoured man.

Why, see what monsters you will make yourselves

By cherishing a loathsome excrement

T’abuse the goodly image of a man

Whom God did frame so excellent a creature.

Well, be a peaceable and civil man.

I do discharge thee.

FALKNER I humbly thank your honour.

MORRIS And myself

Shall rest most thankful for this gracious favour.

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Will’t please your honours now to keep your way?

I fear the lords are hindered by our stay.

Exeunt Lords

MORRIS

See, sir, what your ruffian tricks come to.

You think the eye of wisdom does not see

Into the brainsick follies of vain heads,

But with your swaggering you can bear’t away.

FALKNER

Sir, I confess I have been much misgoverned,

And led by idle spleens, which now I see

Are, like themselves, mere sottish vanity.

When in the jail, I better called to mind

The grave rebukes of my Lord Chancellor,

And looked into myself with more respect

Than my rash heat before would let me see.

I caused a barber presently be sent for,

And moved your worship then to speak for me.

But when I fall into like folly again

Cashier me < )

⌈Exeunt⌉

A5. Replaced by 13.53-122.

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Close them not then with tears, for that ostent

Gives a wet signal of your discontent.

If you will share my fortunes, comfort then:

An hundred smiles for one sigh. What, we are men!

Resign wet passion to these weaker eyes,

Which proves their sex, but grants them ne‘er more

wise.

Let’s now survey our state. Here sits my wife

And dear-esteemed issue. Yonder stand

My loving servants. Now the difference

Twixt those and these. Now you shall hear me speak

Like More in melancholy. I conceive that nature

Hath sundry metals, out of which she frames

Us mortals, each in valuation

Outprizing other. Of the finest stuff

The finest features come. The rest of earth

Receive base fortune even before their birth.

Hence slaves have their creation. And I think

Nature provides content for the base mind—

Under the whip, the burden, and the toil

Their low-wrought bodies drudge in patience—

As for the prince, in all his sweet-gorged maw,

And his rank flesh that sinfully renews

The noon’s excess in the night’s dangerous surfeits.

What means or misery from our birth doth flow

Nature entitles to us; that we owe.

But we, being subject to the rack of hate,

Falling from happy life to bondage state,

Having seen better days, now know the lack

Of glory, that once reared each high-fed back.

But you that in your age did ne’er view better,

Challenge not fortune for your thriftless debtor.

CATESBY

Sir, we have seen far better days than these.

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I was the patron of those days, and know

Those were but painted days, only for show.

Then grieve not you to fall with him that gave them.

Pro eris generosis servis gloriosum mori.

Dear Gough, thou art my learnèd secretary—

You, Master Catesby, steward of my house;

The rest, like you, have had fair time to grow

In sunshine of my fortunes. But I must tell ye,

Corruption is fled hence with each man’s office—

Bribes, that make open traffic twixt the soul

And netherland of hell, deliver up

Their guilty homage to their second lords.

Then, living thus untainted, you are well.

Truth is no pilot for the land of hell.

APPENDIX B

The following authorial first drafts are marked for deletion and immediately replaced.

B1. First Version of 9.334-53 in Add. VI.

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Lord Mayor and ladies and the rest, be patient.

The state hath sent, and I must needs be gone.

Lead on there.—What seek’st thou, fellow?

PLAYER of WIT Your lordship sent us eight angels by your man, and I have lost one here amongst the rushes.

MORE Eight angels? Who delivered it? I sent them ten.

SERVINGMAN I, my lord, delivered it. Anon they shall have two more.

PLAYER of WIT That’s more than we heard before, my lord.

MORE Am I a man of equity

Equally to divide true right his own,

And shall I have deceivers in my house?

Go pull the coat over the varlet’s ears.

There are too many such.

Give them their due. Lead on away.

B2. First Version of 17.106-127 (Stay... states) in the Original Text.

Come, let’s to the block.

HANGMAN My lord, I pray ye put off your doublet.

MORE No, my good friend, I have a great cold already, and I would be loath to take more. Point me meet the block, for I was ne’er here before.

HANGMAN

To the east side, my lord.

MORE Then to the east.

We go to sigh; that o’er, to sleep in rest.

No eye salute my trunk with a sad tear.

Our birth to heaven should be thus: void of fear. Exit