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If well, he stepp'd before me, happily,
With thy religious truth, and modesty, For my example.
Now in his ashes honour: Peace be with him! Grif.
Well, the voice goes, madam : Patience, be near me still; and set me lower : For after the stout earl Northumberland
I have not long to trouble thee. - Good Griffith, Arrested him at York, and brought him forward Cause the musicians play me that sad note (As a man sorely tainted,) to his answer,
I nam'd my knell, whilst I sit meditating
On that celestial barmony I go to.
Sad and solemn musick.
quiet, Lodgʻd in the abbey; where the reverend abbot, For fear we wake her ; - Softly, gentle Patience. With all his convent, honourably receiv'a him ;
The Vision. To whom he gave these words,
Enter, solemnly tripping one after O father abbot, An old man, broken with the storms of state,
another, siæ Personages, clad in white robes, wearing Is come to lay his weary bones among ye ;
on their heads gurlands of bays, and golden vizards Give him a little earth for charity!
on their faces ; branches of bays, or palm, in their So went to bed : where eagerly his sickness
hands. They first congee unto her, then dance ; and Pursu'd him still; and, three nights after this,
at certain changes, the first two hold a spare garland About the hour of eight, (which he bimself
over her head; at which, the other four make reverend Poretold, should be his last,) full of repentance,
court'sies ; then the tico, that held the garland, deContinual meditations, tears, and sorrows,
liver the same to the other next two, who observe the He gave his honours to the world again,
same order in their changes, and holding the garHis blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace.
land over her head : which done, they deliver the
same garland to the last two, who likewise observe the Kath. So may he rest; his faults lie gently on him! Yet thus far, Griffith, give me leave to speak him,
same order : at which, (as it were by inspiration,) And yet with charity, — He was a man
she makes in her sleep signs of rejoicing, and holdeth Of an unbounded stomach, ever ranking
up her hands to heaven : and so in their dancing Himself with princes; one, that by suggestion
they vanish, carrying the garland with them.
musiek continues. Ty'd all the kingdom : simony was fair play ; His own opinion was his law: l'the presence Kath. Spirits of peace, where are ye? Are ye all He would say untruths ; and be ever double,
gone ? Both in his words and meaning: He was never, And leave me here in wretchedness behind ye? But where he meant to ruin, pitiful :
Grif. Madám, we are here. His promises were, as he then was, mighty ;
It is not you I call for :
i But his performance, as he is now, nothing.
Saw ye none enter, since I slept ? Of his own body he was ill, and gave
None, madam. The clergy ill example.
Kath. No i Saw you not, even now, a blessed
They promis'd me eternal happiness ;
Yes, good Griffith; And brought me garlands, Griffith, which I feel I were malicious else.
I am not worthy yet to wear : I shall,
Grif. I am most joyful, madam, such good dreams Was fashion'a to much honour. From his cradle, Possess your fancy. He was a scholar, and a ripe, and good one ;
Bid the musick leave, Etceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading : They are lrafsh and heavy to me. (Music ceases. Lofty, and sour, to them that lov'å him not;
Do you noté, But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer. How much her grace is alter'd on the sudden? And though he were unsatisfied in getting,
How long her face is drawn? How pale she looks, (Which was a sin,) yet in bestowing, madam, And of an earthly cold ? Mark you her eyes ? He was most princely: Ever witness for him Grif. She is going, wench; pray, pray. Those twins of learning, that he rais'd in you, Pal.,
Hearen comfort her! Ipswich, and Oxford! one of which fell with hin,
Enter a Messenger: l'nwilling to outlive the good that did it; The other, though unfinish'd, yet so famous,
Mess. An't like your grace, So excellent in art, and still so rising,
You are a saucy fellow : That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue. Deserve we no more reverence ? His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him;
You are to blame, For then, and not till then, he felt himself, Knowing, she will not lose her wonted greatness, And found the blessedness of being little :
To use so rude behaviour : go to, kneel. And, to add greater honours to his age
Mess. I humbly do entreat your highness' pardon; Than man could give him, he died, fearing God. My haste made me unmannerly: There is staying
Kath. After my death I wish no other herald, A gentleman, sent from the king, to see you.
Kath. Admit him entrance, Griffith : But this To keep mine honour from corruption,
fellow But such an honest chronicler as Griffith.
Let me ne'er see again. Whom I most hated living, thou hast made me,
[Exeunt GRIFFITH and Messenger.
Heaven knows how dearly. My next poor petition
Is, that his noble grace would have some pity
(And now I should not lie,) but will deserve, Kath.
O my lord, For virtue, and true beauty of the soul,
And, sure, those men are happy that shall have them.
Noble lady, The last is, for my men ; – they are the poorest,
That they may have their wages duly paid them,
If heaven had pleas'd to have given me longer life.
By that you love the dearest in this world, 'Tis like a pardon after execution :
As you wish christian peace to souls departed, That gentle physick, given in time, bad cur'd me; Stand these poor people's friend, and urge the king But now I am past all comforts here, but prayers. To do me this last right. How does his highness ?
By heaven, I will ; Cap.
Madam, in good health. Or let me lose the fashion of a man! Kath. So may he ever do! and ever flourish, Kath. I thank you, honest lord. Remember me When I shall dwell with worms, and my poor name In all humility unto his highness : Banish'd the kingdom ! - Patience, is that letter, Say, his long trouble now is passing I caus'd you write, yet sent away?
Out of this world : tell him, in death I bless'd him, Pat.
No, madam. For so I will. — Mine eyes grow dim. — Farewell,
[Giving it to KATHARINE. My lord. — Griffith, farewell. – Nay, Patience, Kath. Sir, I most humbly pray you to deliver You must not leave me yet. I must to bed; This to my lord the king.
Call in more women. - When I am dead, good Сар. Most willing, madam.
wench, Kath. In which I have commended to his goodness Let me be us'd with honour ; strew me over The model of our chaste loves, his young daughter :- With maiden flowers, that all the world may
know The dews of heaven fall thick in blessings on her ! - I was a chaste wife to my grave : embalm me, Beseeching him, to give her virtuous breeding ; Then lay me forth : although unqueen'd, yet like (She is young, and of a noble modest nature; A queen, and daughter to a king, inter me. I hope, she will deserve well ;) and a little
I can no more. (Exeunt, leading KATHARINE To love her for her mother's sake, that lov'd him,
(As, they say, spirits do,) at midnight, have SCENE I. - A Gallery in the Palace. In them a wilder nature, than the business Enter GARDINER, Bishop of Winchester, a Page
That seeks despatch by day.
My lord, I love you; with a torch before him, met by Sir Thomas
And durst commend a secret to your ear LOVELL.
Much weightier than this work. The queen's in Gar. It's one o'clock, boy, is't not ?
It hath struck. They say, in great extremity; and fear'd,
The fruit, she goes with, With comforting repose, and not for us
I pray for heartily; that it may find To waste these times. Good hour of night, sir Good time, and live: but for the stock, sir Thonas, Thomas !
I wish it grubb’d up now. Whither so late?
Methinks, I could Lov. Came you from the king, my lord ? | Cry the amen ; and yet my conscience says
Gar. I did, sir Thomas ; and left him at primero She's a good creature, and, sweet lady, does
Deserve our better wishes.
But, sir, sir, Before he go to bed. I'll take my leave.
Hear me, sir Thomas : You are a gentleman Gar. Not yet, sir Thomas Lovell. What's the of mine own way; I know you wise, religious; matter?
And, let me tell you, it will ne'er be well, It seems, you are in haste; an if there be
'Twill not, sir Thomas Lovell, take't of me, No great offence belongs to't, give your friend Till Cranmer, Cromwell, her two hands, and she, Some touch of your late business : Affairs, that Sleep in their graves. walk
¡Now, sir, you speak of two
The most remark'd i' the kingdom. As for Crom- Lov. This is about that which the bishop spake ; well, I am happily come hither.
[Aside, Beside that of the jewel-house, he's made master O'the rolls, and the king's secretary ; further, sir,
Re-enter Dexxy, with CRANMER. Stands in the gap and trade of more preferments, X. Hen.
Avoid the gallery, With which the time will load him: The archbishop
(LOVELL seems to stay. Is the king's hand, and tongue; And who dare speak Ha!- I have said. One syllable against him?
[Exeunt LOVELL and Denny. Gar.
Yes, yes, sir Thomas, Cran. I am fearful :- Wherefore frowns he thus ? There are that dare ; and I myself have ventur'd 'Tis his aspect of terror. All's not well. To speak my mind of him : and, indeed, this day, X. Hen. How now, my lord? You do desire to Sir , (I may tell it you,) I think, I have
know Incens'd the lords o'the council, that he is
Wherefore I sent for you. (For so I know he is, they know he is,)
It is my duty, À most arch heretick, a pestilence
To attend your highness' pleasure. That does infect the land : with which they moved, K. Hen.
'Pray you, arise, Have broken with the king ; who hath so far My good and gracious lord of Canterbury. Given ear to our complaint, (of his great grace Come, you and I must walk a turn together ; And princely care ; foreseeing those fell mischiefs I have news to tell you : Come, come, give me your Our reasons laid before him,) he hath commanded,
hand. To-morrow morning to the council-board
Ah, my good lord, I grieve at what I speak,
Grievous complaints of you ; which, being corservant. [Exeunt GARDINER and Page.
Have mov'd us and our council, that you shall As LOVELL is going out, enter the king, and the This morning come before us; where, I know, DUKE OF SUFFOLK.
You cannot with such freedom purge yourself, K. Hen. Charles, I will play no more to-night;
But that, till further trial in those charges My mind's not on't, you are too hard for me.
Which will require your answer, you must take Suf. Sir, I did never win of you before.
Your patience to you, and be well contented K. Hen. But little Charles ;
To make your house our Tower : You a broth... Nor shall not, when my fancy's on my play. Now, Lovell, from the queen what is the news ?.
It fits we thus proceed, or else no witness Lor. I could not personally deliver to her
Would come against you. What you commanded me, but by her woman
I humbly thank your highness ; I sent your message ; who return'd her thanks And am right glad to catch this good occasion In the greatest humbleness, and desir'd your highness Most throughly to be winnow'd, where my chaff Most heartily to pray for her.
And corn shall fly asunder: for, I know, X. Hen.
What say'st thou ? ba! There's none stands under more calumnious tongues, To pray for her ? what, is she crying out ? \
Than I myself, poor man. Lov. So said her woman; and that her suffer
Stand up, good Canterbury ; ance made
Thy truth, and thy integrity, is rooted Almost each pang a death.
In us, thy friend : Give me thy hand, stand up; K. Hen. Alas, good lady!
Pr'ythee, let's walk. Now, by my holy-dame, Suf. God safely quit her of her burden, and
What manner of man are you? My lord, I look'd With gentle travail, to the gladding of
You would have given me your petition, that Your highness with an heir !
I should have ta'en some pains to bring together K. Hen.
'Tis midnight, Charles, Yourself and your accusers; and to have heard you Pr’ythee, to bed ; and in thy prayers remember
Without indurance further. The estate of my poor queen. Leave me alone ;
Most dread liege, For I must think of that, which company
The good I stand on is my truth, and honesty ; Will not be friendly to.
If they shall fail, I, with mine enemies,
Will triumph o'er my person ; which 1 weigh not, A quiet night, and my good mistress will
Being of those virtues vacant.
I fear nothing Remember in my prayers.
What can be said against me.
Know you not how (Erit SUFFOLX. Your state stands i’the world, with the whole world ?
Are many, and not small; their practices
Must bear the same proportion; and not ever Den. Sir, I have brought my lord the archbishop, The justice and the truth o'the question carries As you commanded me.
The due o'the verdict with it: At what ease K. Hen.
Ha! Canterbury ? Might corrupt minds procure knaves as corrupt Den. Ay, my good lord.
To swear against you ? such things have been done. K. Hen.
'Tis true: Where is he, Denny? You are potently oppos'd ; and with a malice Den. He attends your highness' pleasure. Of as great size. Ween you of better luck, K. Hen.
Bring him to us. I mean, in perjur'd witness, than your master,
(Exit DENNY. Whose minister you are, whiles here he liv'd
Upon this daughty earth? Go to, go to ;:
D. Keep. Your grace must waits till you be callid You take a precipice for no leap of danger,' And woo your own destruction. Cran. God, and your majesty,
Enter Doctor BUTTS. Protect mine innocence, or I fall into
So. The trap is laid for me!
Butts. This is a piece of malice. I am glad, K. Hen. Be of good cheer ;
I came this way so happily: The king They shall no more prevail, than we give way to.
Shall understand it presently, [Exit BUITS Keep comfort to you; and this morning see
Cran. (Aside. ] "Tis Butts, You do appear before them; if they shall chance,
The king's physician;, as he past along, In charging you with matters, to commit you,
How earnestly he cast his eyes upon me! The best persuasions to the contrary
Pray heaven, he sound not my disgrace! For certain, Fail cot to use, and with what vehemency
This is of purpose lay'd, by some that hate me. The occasion shall instruct you : if entreaties
(God turn their hearts! I never sought their malice) Will render you na remedy, this ring
To quench mine honour: they would shame to Deliver them, and your appeal to us
make me There make before themLook, the good man Wait else at door; a fellow counsellor, . weeps!
Among boys, grooms, and lackeys. But their He's honest, on mine honour. God's blest mother !!
pleasures I swear, he's true-hearted; and a soul
Must be fulfillid, and I attend with patience. None better in my kingdom. Get you gone; And do as I have bid you. [Exit CRANMER.] He
Enter, at a window above, the King and BUTTS. has strangled
Butts. I'll show your grace the strangest sight, His language in his tears.
What's that, Butts ?
Butts. I think your highness, saw this many Enter an old Lady.
day.' Gent. (Within.] Come back ; What mean you?'
K. Hen. Body o'me, where is it?
Butts. Lady. I'll not come back; the tidings that I bring
There, my lord: Will make my boldness manners. Now, good who holds his state at door, 'mongst pursuivants,
The high promotion of his grace of Canterbury; angels Fly o'er thy royal' head, and shade" thy person
Pages and footboys. Under their blessed wings!
Ha! 'Tis he, indeed : K. Hen.
Now, by' thy looks
Is this the honour they do one another? I guess thy message. Is the queen deliver'd ?
'Tis well there's one above them yet. I had thoughts Say, ay; and of a boy.
They had parted so much honesty among them, Lady. Ay, ay, my liege;
(At least, good manners,) as not thus to suffer And of a lovely boy: The god of heaven
A man of his place, and so near our favour, Both now and ever bless her — 'tis a girl,
To dance attendance on their lordships' pleasures, Promises boys hereafter. Sir, your queen
And at the door too, like a post with packets. Desires your visitation, and to be
By holy Mary, Butts, there's knavery: Acquainted with this stranger'; 'tis as like,
Let them alone, and draw the curtain close ;
We shall hear more anon. As cherry is to cherry.
(Eseunt. K. Hen. Lovell,
Enter the Lord Chancellor, the Duke or Surrore, Lov.
EARL OF SURREY, Lord Chamberlain, GardiK. Hen. Give her an hundred marks. I'll to the NER, and CROMWELL. The Chancellor places kimqueen.
(Exit King. self at the upper end of the table on the left hand; Lady. An hundred markis! By this light, I'U a seat being left void above lim, as for the Ascs have more.
BISHOP OF CANTERBURY. The rest seat themselves An ordinary groom is for such payment.
in order on each side. CROMWELL at the lorer I will have more, or scold it out of him.
end, as secretary Said I for this, the girl is like to him?
Chan. Speak to the business, master secretary: I will have more, or else unsay't ; and now
Why are we met in council ? While it is hot, I'll put it to the issue. [Ereunt.
Please your honours
The chief cause concerns his grace of Canterbury. SCENE II. -- Lobby before the Council-Chamber.
Gar. Has he had knowledge of it?
Who waits there? attending.
D. Keep. Without, my noble lords? Cran. I hope I am not too late ; and yet the
My lord archbishop; That was sent to me from the council, pray'd me And has done half an hour, to know your pleasures To make great haste. All fast? what means this ? Chan. Let him come in. Hoa !
Your grace may enter now. Who waits there ? – Sure, you know me?
[CRANMER approaches the council tables. D. K’eep.
Yes, my lord ; Chan. My good lord archbishop, I am rery sorry But yet I cannot help you.
To sit here at this present, and behold Cran.
That chair stand empty : But we all are men,
In our own natürës frail; and capable
However faulty, yet should find respect
Good master secretary,', Toward the king first, then his laws, in filling! I cry your honour mercy; you may, worst The whole realm, by your teaching, and your chap- of all this table, say so. lains,
Why, my lord ?
Not sound? Gar. Which reformation must be sudden too, Gar. Not sound, I say, My noble lords: for those that tame wild horses, Crom.
'Would you were half so honest! Pace them not in their hands to make them gentle; Men's prayers then would seek you, not their fears. But stop their mouths with stubborn bits, and spur Gar. I shall remember this bold language. them,
Do. Till they obey the manage. If we suffer
Remember your bold life too. (Out of our easiness, and childish pity
This is too much ; ! To one man's honour) this contagious sickness, Forbear, for shame, my lords. Farewell, all physick; And what follows then ? Gar.
I have done. Commotions, uproars, with a general taint
And I. Of the whole state : as, of late days, our neighbours, Chan. Then thus for you, my lord, - It stands The upper Germany, can dearly witness,
agreed, Pet freshly pitied in our memories,
I take it, by all voices, that forthwith Cran. My good lords, hitherto, in all the progress You be conveyed to the Tower a prisoner ; Both of my life and office, I have labour'd, There to remain, till the king's further pleasure, And with no little study, that my teaching, Be known unto us : Are you all agreed, lords ? And the strong course of my authority,
All. Wo are. Might go one way, and safely; and the end
Cran. Is there no other way of mercy, Was ever to do well: nor is there living
But I must needs to the Tower, my lords ? (I speak it with a single heart, my lords,)
What other A man that more detests, more stirs against,' Would you expect? You are strangely troublesome : Both in his private conscience, and his place, Let some o'the guard be ready there. Defacers of a publick peace, than I do. 'Pray heaven, the king may never find a heart
Enter Guarda With less allegiance in it! Men, that make
For me? Envy, and crooked malice, nourishment,
Must I go like a traitor thither ? Dare bite the best. I do beseech your lordships, Gar.
Receive him, That, in this case of justice, my accusers,
And see him safe i'the Tower. Be what they will, may stand forth face to face," Cran.
Stay, good my lords ; And freely urge against me.
I have a little yet to say. Look there, my lords ; Suf.
Nay, my lord, By virtue of that ring, I take my cause
Out of the gripes of cruel men, and give it
'Tis no counterfeit. We will be short with you. 'Tis bis highness' Suf. 'Tis the right ring, by heaven : I told ye all, pleasure,
When we first put this dangerous stone a rolling, And our consent, for better trial of you,
'Twould fall upon ourselves. From henee you be committed to the Tower,
Do you think, my lords, Where, being but a private man again,
The king will suffer but the little finger
'Tis now too certain : Cran. Ah, my good lord of Winchester, I thank How much more is his life in value with him?
'Would I were fairly out on't. You are always my good friend ; if your wiil pass, Crom.
My mind gave me, I shall both find your lordship judge and juror, In seeking tales, and informations, You are so merciful : I see your end,
Against this man, (whose honesty the devil 'Tis my undoing : Love and meckness, lord, And his disciples only envy at,) Become a churchman better than ambition ; Ye blew the fire that burns ye : Now have at ye. Win straying souls with modesty again, Cast none away. That I shall clear myself,
Enter King, frowning on them ; takes his seat. Lay all the weight ye can upon my patience,
Gar. Dread sovereign, how much are we bound I make as little doubt, as you do conscience,
One that, in all obedience, makes the church
, The chief aim of his honour; and, to strengthen To men that understand you, words and weakness. That boly duty, out of dear respect,
Crom. My lord of Winchester, you are a little, His royal self in judgment comes to hear, By your good favour, too sharp; men so noble, The cause betwixt her and this great offender.