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Work The work is either a play, poem, or sonnet. The sonnets are treated as single work with 154 parts.

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1

Henry VIII
[I, 2]

Cardinal Wolsey

551

Now, madam, may his highness live in freedom,
and this man out of prison?

2

Henry VIII
[I, 4]

Lord Sands

720

Yes, if I make my play.
Here's to your ladyship: and pledge it, madam,
For 'tis to such a thing,—

3

Henry VIII
[II, 4]

Cardinal Campeius

1422

His grace
Hath spoken well and justly: therefore, madam,
It's fit this royal session do proceed;
And that, without delay, their arguments
Be now produced and heard.

4

Henry VIII
[II, 4]

Cardinal Wolsey

1429

Your pleasure, madam?

5

Henry VIII
[II, 4]

Cardinal Wolsey

1447

I do profess
You speak not like yourself; who ever yet
Have stood to charity, and display'd the effects
Of disposition gentle, and of wisdom
O'ertopping woman's power. Madam, you do me wrong:
I have no spleen against you; nor injustice
For you or any: how far I have proceeded,
Or how far further shall, is warranted
By a commission from the consistory,
Yea, the whole consistory of Rome. You charge me
That I have blown this coal: I do deny it:
The king is present: if it be known to him
That I gainsay my deed, how may he wound,
And worthily, my falsehood! yea, as much
As you have done my truth. If he know
That I am free of your report, he knows
I am not of your wrong. Therefore in him
It lies to cure me: and the cure is, to
Remove these thoughts from you: the which before
His highness shall speak in, I do beseech
You, gracious madam, to unthink your speaking
And to say so no more.

6

Henry VIII
[II, 4]

Griffith

1494

Madam, you are call'd back.

7

Henry VIII
[III, 1]

Gentleman

1640

They will'd me say so, madam.

8

Henry VIII
[III, 1]

Cardinal Wolsey

1654

May it please you noble madam, to withdraw
Into your private chamber, we shall give you
The full cause of our coming.

9

Henry VIII
[III, 1]

Cardinal Campeius

1692

Most honour'd madam,
My Lord of York, out of his noble nature,
Zeal and obedience he still bore your grace,
Forgetting, like a good man your late censure
Both of his truth and him, which was too far,
Offers, as I do, in a sign of peace,
His service and his counsel.

10

Henry VIII
[III, 1]

Cardinal Wolsey

1713

Madam, you wrong the king's love with these fears:
Your hopes and friends are infinite.

11

Henry VIII
[III, 1]

Cardinal Wolsey

1749

Madam, this is a mere distraction;
You turn the good we offer into envy.

12

Henry VIII
[III, 1]

Cardinal Wolsey

1777

Madam, you wander from the good we aim at.

13

Henry VIII
[III, 1]

Cardinal Campeius

1809

Madam, you'll find it so. You wrong your virtues
With these weak women's fears: a noble spirit,
As yours was put into you, ever casts
Such doubts, as false coin, from it. The king loves you;
Beware you lose it not: for us, if you please
To trust us in your business, we are ready
To use our utmost studies in your service.

14

Henry VIII
[IV, 2]

Griffith

2565

Yes, madam; but I think your grace,
Out of the pain you suffer'd, gave no ear to't.

15

Henry VIII
[IV, 2]

Griffith

2570

Well, the voice goes, madam:
For after the stout Earl Northumberland
Arrested him at York, and brought him forward,
As a man sorely tainted, to his answer,
He fell sick suddenly, and grew so ill
He could not sit his mule.

16

Henry VIII
[IV, 2]

Griffith

2605

Noble madam,
Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues
We write in water. May it please your highness
To hear me speak his good now?

17

Henry VIII
[IV, 2]

Griffith

2611

This cardinal,
Though from an humble stock, undoubtedly
Was fashion'd to much honour from his cradle.
He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one;
Exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and persuading:
Lofty and sour to them that loved him not;
But to those men that sought him sweet as summer.
And though he were unsatisfied in getting,
Which was a sin, yet in bestowing, madam,
He was most princely: ever witness for him
Those twins Of learning that he raised in you,
Ipswich and Oxford! one of which fell with him,
Unwilling to outlive the good that did it;
The other, though unfinish'd, yet so famous,
So excellent in art, and still so rising,
That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue.
His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him;
For then, and not till then, he felt himself,
And found the blessedness of being little:
And, to add greater honours to his age
Than man could give him, he died fearing God.

18

Henry VIII
[IV, 2]

Griffith

2666

Madam, we are here.

19

Henry VIII
[IV, 2]

Griffith

2669

None, madam.

20

Henry VIII
[IV, 2]

Griffith

2676

I am most joyful, madam, such good dreams
Possess your fancy.