Between the Leacockian opening -- ""The long Tudor day was done and night hung like a pall over Hampton Court"" -- to the final exit of Henry VIII, the six wives embrace their fates with a dreary familiarity. There's the noble Katherine, Anne -- the enchanting witch -- sweet and fruitful Jane, Flemish Anne the mare, Katheryn the kittenish nitwit and Parr, the calm survivor who casts an eye over the death bed at Seymour. The character of Henry, who after all was responsible for the scenario, here is mainly a landfill of worn materials from other works.