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You are potently oppos'd; and with a malice
Cran. God, and your majesty, Protect mine innocence, or I fall into
The trap is laid for me!
Be of good cheer;
They shall no more prevail, than we give way to.
Fail not to use, and with what vehemency
There make before them.-Look, the good man
He's honest, on mine honour. God's blest mother! I swear, he's true-hearted; and a soul
None better in my kingdom.-Get you gone, And do as I have bid you.-[Exit CRANMER.] He has strangled
His language in his tears.
Enter an old Lady.
Gent. [Within.] Come back; What mean you? Lady. I'll not come back; the tidings that I bring Will make my boldness manners.-Now, good angels
Ween you of better luck,] To ween is to think, to imaginc. Though now obsolete, the word was common to all our an
Fly o'er thy royal head, and shade thy person
Now, by thy looks
I guess thy message. Is the queen deliver'd?
Acquainted with this stranger; 'tis as like you,
K. Hen. Give her an hundred marks. I'll to the
[Exit King. Lady. An hundred marks! By this light, I'll have
An ordinary groom is for such payment.
Lobby before the Council-Chamber.
Enter CRANMER; Servants, Door-Keeper, &c. attending.
Cran. I hope, I am not too late; and yet the
That was sent to me from the council, pray'd me
To make great haste. All fast? what means this?
Who waits there?-Sure, you know me?
But yet I cannot help you.
Yes, my lord;
D. Keep. Your grace must wait, till you be call'd
Butts. This is a piece of malice. I am glad,
The king's physician; as he past along,
Pray heaven, he sound not my disgrace! For certain,
Wait else at door; a fellow counsellor,
Among boys, grooms, and lackeys. But their pleasures
Must be fulfill'd, and I attend with patience.
Enter, at a Window above, the King and BUTTS.
Butts. I'll show your grace the strangest sight,-
at a window above,] The suspicious vigilance of our ancestors contrived windows which overlooked the insides of chapels, halls, kitchens, passages, &c. Some of these convenient peepholes, may still be found in colleges, and such ancient houses as have not suffered from the reformations of modern architecture.
Who waits there?
My lord archbishop;
D. Keep. Without, my noble lords?
And has done half an hour, to know your pleasures.
Chan. Let him come in.
Your grace may enter now. [CRANMER approaches the Council-table. Chan. My good lord archbishop, I am very sorry To sit here at this present, and behold
That chair stand empty: But we all are men,
In our own natures frail; and capable
Of our flesh, few are angels: out of which frailty,
(For so we are inform'd,) with new opinions,
Gar. Which reformation must be sudden too, My noble lords: for those, that tame wild horses, Pace them not in their hands to make them gentle; But stop their mouths with stubborn bits, and spur them,
Till they obey the manage. If we suffer
To one man's honour) this contagious sickness,
— and capable
Of our flesh, few are angels: &c.] If this passage means any thing, it may mean, few are perfect, while they remain in their mortal capacity; i. e. while they are capable [in a condition] of being invested with flesh.