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You are potently oppos'd; and with a malice
God, and your majesty,
Be of good cheer; They shall no more prevail, than we give way to. Keep comfort to you; and this morning see You do appear before them; if they shall chance, In charging you with matters, to commit you, The best persuasions to the contrary Fail not to use, and with what vehemency The occasion shall instruct you: if entreaties Will render you no remedy, this ring Deliver them, and your appeal to us There make before them.-Look, the good man
weeps! He's honest, on mine honour. God's blest mother! I swear, he's true-hearted; and a soul None better in my kingdoin.-Get you gone, And do as I have bid you.—[Exit Cranmer.] He
has strangled His language in his tears.
Enter an old Lady.
Lady. I'll not come back; the tidings that I bring Will make
boldness manners.—Now, good angels
Ween you of better luck,] To ween is to think, to ima. ginc. Though now obsolete, the word was common to all our ancient writers. VOL. VII.
Fly o'er thy royal head, and shade thy person
Now, by thy looks
Ay, ay, my liege;
Sir. K. Hen. Give her an hundred marks. I'll to the queen.
[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, Sc. at
tending. Cran. I hope, I am not too late; and yet the
gentleman, That was sent to me from the council, pray'd me
To make great haste. All fast? what means this?
Yes, my lord;
Why? D. Keep. Your grace must wait, till you be callid
Enter Doctor Burts.
'Tis Butts, The king's physician; as he past along, How earnestly he cast his eyes upon me! Pray heaven, he sound not my disgrace! For certain, This is of purpose lay'd, by some that hate me, (God turn their hearts! I never sought their malice,) To quench mine honour: they would shame to make
me 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, K. Hen.
What's that, Butts ? Butts. I think, your highness saw this many a day.
at a window above,] The suspicious vigilance of our an. cestors 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.
K. Hen. Body o'me, where is it?
There, my lord:
Ha! 'Tis he, indeed: Is this the honour they do one another? 'Tis well, there's one above them yet. I had thought, They had parted so much honesty among them, (At least, good. manners,) as not thus to suffer A man of his place, and so near our favour, To dance attendance on their lordships' pleasures, And at the door too, like a post with packets. By holy Mary, Butts, there's knavery: Let them alone, and draw the curtain close;' We shall hear more anon.
Enter the Lord Chancellor, the Duke of SupFOLK,
Earl of SURREY, Lord Chamberlain, GARDINER, and CROMWELL. The Chancellor places himself at the upper end of the table on ihe left hand; a seat being left void above him, as for the Archbishop of Canterbury. The rest seat themselves in order on each side. CROMWELL at the lower end, as secretary.
Chan. Speak to the business, master secretary: Why are we met in council? Crom.
Please your honours, The chief cause concerns his grace of Canterbury.
Gar. Has he had knowledge of it?
9 They had parted, &c.] We should now say—They had shared, &c. i. e. had so much honesty among them.
draw the curtain close;] i. e. the curtain of the balcony, or upper stage, where the King now is.
Who waits there?
My lord archbishop; And has done half an hour, to know your pleasures.
Chan. Let him come in.
Your grace may enter now.
lains, (For so we are inform’d,) with new opinions, Divers, and dangerous; which are heresies, And, not reform'd, may prove pernicious.
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 (Out of our easiness, and childish pity To one man's honour) this contagious sickness, Farewell, all physick; And what follows then? Commotions, uproars, with a general taint
- 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.