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And want of wisdom, you, that best should teach us,
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 sput
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 Of the whole state : as, of late days, our neighbours, The upper Germany, can dearly witness, Yet freshly pitied in our memories.
Cran. My good lords, hitherto, in all the progress Both of my life and office, I have labour'd, And with no little study, that my teaching, And the strong course of my authority, Might go one way, and safely; and the end Was ever, to do well: nor is there living (I speak it with a single heart, my lords,) A man, that more detests, more stirs against, Both in his private conscience, and his place,
Defacers of a publick peace, than I do.
Nay, my lord,
moment, We will be short with you.
'Tis his highness'
I make as little doubt, as you do conscience
Gar. My lord, my lord, you are a sectary,
Crom. My lord of Winchester, you are a little,
Good master Secretary,
Why, my lord?
Would you were half so honest! Men's prayers then would seek you, not their fears.
Gar. I shall remember this bold language.
This is too much;
I have done.
I take it, by all voices, that forthwith
All. We are.
Is there no other way of mercy,
What other Would you expect? You are strangely troublesome. Let some o'the guard be ready there.
Stay, good my lords,
Cham. This is the king's ring.
'Tis no counterfeit. Suf. 'Tis the right ring, by heaven: I told ye all, When we first put this dangerous stone a rolling, 'Twould fall
Do you think, my lords, The king will suffer but the little finger Of this man to be vex'd ? Cham.
'Tis now too certain :
How much more is his life in value with him?
My mind gave me,
Enter King, frowning on them; takes his seat. Gar. Dread sovereign, how much are we bound to
heaven In daily thanks, that gave us such a prince ; Not only good and wise, but most religious : One that, in all obedience, makes the church The chief aim of his honour; and, to strengthen That holy duty, out of dear respect, His royal self in judgment comes to hear The cause betwixt her and this great offender. K. Hen. You were ever good at sudden com
mendations, Bishop of Winchester. But know, I come not To hear such flattery now, and in my presence; They are too thin and base to hide offences. To me you cannot reach, you play the spaniel, And think with wagging of your tongue to win me; But, whatsoe'er thou tak'st me for, I am sure, Thou hast a cruel nature, and bloody.-Good man, [To Cranmer.] sit down. Now let me see
the proudest He, that dares most, byt wag his finger at thee :