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No great offence belongs to't, give your friend
Some touch of your late business: Affairs, that walk
(As, they say, spirits do,) at midnight, have
In them a wilder nature, than the business
That seeks despatch by day.
Lov.

My lord, I love you ;
And durst commend a secret to your ear
Much weightier than this work. The queen's in

labour,
They say, in great extremity; and fear’d,
She'll with the labour end.
Gar.

The fruit, she

goes with,
I pray for heartily; that it may find :
Good time, and live: but for the stock, sir Thomas,
I wish it grubb’d up now.
Lov.

Methinks, I could
Cry the amen; and yet my conscience says
She's a good creature, and, sweet lady, does
Deserve our better wishes.
Gar.

But, sir, sir,
Hear me, sir Thomas: You are a gentleman
Of mine own way;' I know you wise, religious;
And, let me tell you, it will ne'er be well,
Twill not, sir Thomas Lovell, take't of me,
Till Cranmer, Cromwell, her two hands, and she,
Sleep in their graves.
Lov.

Now, sir, you speak of two The most remark’d i'the kingdom. As for Crom

well,
Beside that of the jewel-house, he's made master
O'the rolls, and the king's secretary; further, sir,
Stands in the gap and trade of more preferments,

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Some touch of your late business:] Some hint of the business that keeps you awake so late.

mine own way;] Mine own opinion in religion. 8 Stands in the gap and trade of more preferments,] Trade is the practised method, the general course.

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With which the time will load him: The archbishop
Is the king's hand, and tongue; And who dare speak
One syllable against him?
Gar.

Yes, yes, sir Thomas,
There are that dare; and I myself have ventur'd
To speak my mind of him: and, indeed, this day,
Sir, (I may tell it you,) I think, I have
Incens'd the lords o'the council, that he is
(For so I know he is, they know he is,)
A most arch heretick, a pestilence
That does infect the land: with which they moved,
Have broken with the king;' who hath so far
Given ear to our complaint, (of his great grace
And princely care; foreseeing those fell mischiefs
Our reasons laid before him,) he hath commanded,
To-morrow morning to the council-board
He be convented. He's a rank weed, sir Thomas,
And we must root him out. From your affairs
I hinder you too long: good night, sir Thomas.
Lov. Many good nights, my lord; I rest your

servant. [Èxeunt Gardiner and Page.

As Lovell is going out, enter the King, and the

Duke of SupFOLK. K. Hen. Charles, I will play no more to-night; My mind's not on't, you are too hard for me. Suf. Sir, I did never win of

you

before. K. Hen. But little, Charles; Nor shall not, when my fancy's on my play.-

9 I have
Incens'd the lords o'the council, that he is, &c.

A most arch heretick,] This passage, according to the old elliptical mode of writing, may mean-I have incens'd the lords of the council, for that he is, i.e. because.

broken with the king ;] They have broken silence: told their minds to the king.

- He be convented.] Convented is summoned, convened.

Now, Lovell, from the queen what is the news?

Lov. I could not personally deliver to her What

you

commanded me, but by her woman I sent your message; who return'd her thanks In the greatest humbleness, and desir'd your highness Most heartily to pray for her. K. Hen.

What say'st thou? ha! To pray for her? what, is she crying out? Lov. So said her woman; and that her sufferance

made
Almost each pang a death.
K. Hen.

Alas, good lady!
Suf. God safely quit her of her burden, and
With gentle travail, to the gladding of
Your highness with an heir !
K. Hen.

'Tis midnight, Charles,
Pr’ythee, to bed; and in thy prayers remember
The estate of my poor queen. Leave me alone;
For I must think of that, which company
Will not be friendly to.
Suf.

I wish your highness
A quiet night, and my good mistress will
Remember in my prayers.
K. Hen.

Charles, good night.

Exit SUFFOLK.

Enter Sir ANTHONY DENNY.

Well, sir, what follows?

Den. Sir, I have brought my lord the archbishop, As you commanded me. K. Hen.

Ha! Canterbury? Den. Ay, my good lord. K. Hen. 'Tis true: Where is he, Denny? Den. He attends your highness' pleasure. K. Hen.

Bring him to us.

[Exit Denny. Lov. This is about that which the bishop spake; I am happily come hither.

[ Aside.

Re-enter Denny, with CRANMER K. Hen.

Avoid the gallery.

[Lovell seems to stay. Ha! I have said.-Be gone. What!

[Exeunt Lovell and Denny. Cran. I am fearful :- Wherefore frowns he thus? 'Tis his aspect of terror. All's not well.

K. Hen. How now, my lord? You dodesire to know
Wherefore I sent for you.
Cran.

It is my duty,
To attend your highness' pleasure.
K. Hen.

'Pray you, arise,
My good and gracious lord of Canterbury.
Come, you and I must walk a turn together;
I have news to tell you: Come, come, give me your

hand. Ah, my good lord, I grieve at what I speak, And am right sorry to repeat what follows: I have, and most unwillingly, of late Heard many grievous, I do say, my lord, Grievous complaints of you; which, being consi

der'd, Have mov'd us and our council, that you

shall This morning come before us; where, I know, You cannot with such freedom purge yourself, But that, till further trial, in those charges Which will require your answer, you must take Your patience to you, and be well contented To make your house our Tower: You a brother of

us,

- You a brother of us, &c.] You being one of the council, it is necessary to imprison you, that the witnesses against you may not be deterred.

It fits we thus proceed, or else no witness
Would come against you.
Cran.

i humbly thank your highness;
And am right glad to catch this good occasion
Most throughly to be winnow'd, where my chaff
And corn shall fly asunder: for, I know,
There's none stands under more calumnious tongues,
Than I myself, poor man.
K. Hen.

Stand up, good Canterbury; Thy truth, and thy integrity, is rooted In us, thy friend: Give me thy hand, stand up; Pr’ythee, let's walk. Now, by my holy-dame, What manner of man are you? My lord, I look'd You would have given me your petition, that I should have ta'en some pains to bring together Yourself and your accusers; and to have heard you Without indurance,* further. Cran.

Most dread liege, The good I stand on is my truth, and honesty; If they shall fail, I, with mine enemies, Will triumph o'er my person; which I weigh not,' Being of those virtues vacant. I fear nothing What can be said against me. K. Hen.

Know Your state stands i'the world, with the whole world? Your enemies Are many, and not small; their practices Must bear the same proportion: and not ever The justice and the truth o'the question carries The due o'the verdict with it: At what ease Might corrupt minds procure knaves as corrupt To swear against you? such things have been done.

you not how

indurance,) i. e. confinement, or perhaps, delay, procrastination.

I weigh not,] i. e. have no value for.

- and not ever -] Not ever is an uncommon expression, and does not mean never, but not always.

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