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servant.

of us,

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 Denny, with CRANMER. Stands in the gap and trade of more preferments,

K. 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?

What!

[Ereunt 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 aspéct of terror. All's not well. To speak my mind of him : and, indeed, this day, K. 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,)

Cran.

It is my duty, A 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,
He be convented. He's a rank weed, sir Thomas, And am right sorry to repeat what follows:
And we must root him out. From your affairs I have, and most unwillingly, of late
I hinder you too long : good night, sir Thomas. Heard many grievous, I do say, my lord,
Lov. Many good nights, my lord; I rest your

Grievous complaints of you; which, being con[Exeunt Gardiner and Page.

sider'd,

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 brotl... 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 Lov. I could not personally deliver to her

Would come against you. What you commanded me, but by her woman

Cran.

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,
K. Hen.
What say'st thou ? ha!

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

K. Hen.

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;
Cran.

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,
Suf.
I wish your highness

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.
K. Hen.
Charles, good night.
K. Hen.

Know you not how [Exit SUFFOLK. Your state stands i'the world, with the whole world?

Your enemies
Enter Sir ANTHONY Denxy..

Are many, and not small; their practices
Well, sir, what follows?

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 mnalice
Den. He attends your highness' pleasure. Of as great size. Ween you of better luck,
X. 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 naughty earth ? Go to, go to ;

D. Keep. Your grace must wait, till you be call’d You take a precipice for no leap of danger,

for. And woo your own destruction.

Enter Doctor Butts. Cran.

God, and your majesty, Protect mine innocence, or I fall into

Cran.

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 BUTTS. 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 not 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 no remedy, this ring

To quench mine honour : they would shame to Deliver them, and your appeal to us

make me There make before them. — Look, 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 fulfill’d, 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.

K. Hen.

What's that, Butts ?

Butts. I think your highness saw this many a Enter an old Lady.

day. Gent. [Within.] Come back ; What mean you ?

K. Hen. Body o'me, where is it? Lady. I'll not come back ; the tidings that I bring the high promotion of his grace of Canterbury ;

Butts.

There, my lord : Will make my boldness manners. — Now, good angels

Who holds his state at door, 'mongst pursuivants, Fly o'er thy royal head, and shade thy person

Pages and footboys. Under their blessed wings !

K. Hen.

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 thought, 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

Let them alone, and draw the curtain close ; As cherry is to cherry.

We shall bear more anon. —

(Ereunt. K. Hen.

Lovell, -
Enter LOVELLO

Enter the Lord Chancellor, the Duke of SUFFOLK, Lov.

Sir.

EARL OF SURREY, Lord Chamberlain, GARDIS K. Hen. Give her an hundred marks. I'll to the NER, and CROMWELL. The Chancellor places himqueen.

[Erit King. self at the upper end of the table on the left hand ; Lady. An hundred marks! By this light, I'll a seat being left void above him, as for the ARCHhave more.

BISHOP OF CANTERBURY. The rest seat themselves An ordinary groom is for such payment.

in order on each side. CROMWELL at the lower 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. [Exeunt.

Crom.

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?

Crom.

Yes. Enter CRANMER ; Servants, Door-Keeper, fc.

Nor.

Who waits there? attending

D. Keep. Without, my noble lords? Cran. I hope I am not too late; and yet the Gar.

Yes. gentleman,

D. Keep.

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!

D. Keep.

Your grace may enter now. Who waits there? Sure, you know me?

[CRANMER approaches the council-table. D. Keep.

Yes, my lord; Chan. My good lord archbishop, I am very sorry But yet I cannot help you.

To sit here at this present, and behold Cran.

Why?

That chair stand empty : But we all are men,

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In our own natures frail ; and capable

However faulty, yet should find respect
Of our flesh, few are angels: out of which frailty, For what they have been : 'tis a cruelty,
And want of wisdom, you, that best should teach us, To load a falling man,
Have misdemean'd yourself, and not a little,

Gar.

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,

Crom.

Why, my lord ? (For so we are inform’d,) with new opinions,

Gar. Do not I know you for a favourer Divers and dangerous; which are heresies,

Of this new sect? ye are not sound. And, not reform'd, may prove rnicious.

Crom.

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, Crom.

Do. Till they obey the manage. If we suffer

Remember your bold life too. (Out of our easiness, and childish pity

Chan.

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

Crom.

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, Yet 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. We 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,)

Gar.

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 Guard. With less allegiance in it! Men, that make

Cran.

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
That cannot be ; you are a counsellor,

Out of the gripes of cruel men, and give it
And, by that virtue, no man dare accuse you. To a most noble judge, the king my master.
Gar. My lord, because we have business of more Cham. This is the king's ring.
moment,

Sur.

'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 hence you be committed to the Tower,

Nor.

Do you think, my lords, Where, being but a private man again,

The king will suffer but the little finger
You shall know many dare accuse you boldly, Of this man to be vex'd ?
More than, I fear, you are provided for.

Cham.

'Tis now too certain : Cran. Ah, my good lord of Winchester, I thank How much more is his life in value with him? you,

'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 meekness, 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,

to heaven In doing daily wrongs. I could say more, In daily thanks, that gave us such a prince ; But reverence to your calling makes me modest. Not only good and wise, but most religious :

Gar. My lord, my lord, you are a şectăry, . One that, in all obedience, makes the church That's the plain truth; your painted gloss discovers, The chief aim of his honour; and, to strengthen To men that understand you, words and weakness. That holy 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.

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me;

K. Hen. You were ever good at sudden com- To have this young one made a christian. mendations,

As I have made ye one, lords, one remain; Bishop of Winchester. But know, I come not So I grow stronger, you more honour gain. To hear such flattery now, and in my presence;

[Ereunt. They are too thin and base to hide offences. To me you cannot reach; you play the spaniel,

SCENE III. The Palace Yard. And think with wagging of your tongue to win

Noise and tumult within. Enter Porter and his

Man.
But, whatsoe'er thou tak’st me for, I am sure,
Thou hast a cruel nature, and a bloody.

Port. You'll leave your noise anon, ye rascals : Good man, [to C::ANMER.] sit down. Now let me Do you take the court for Paris-garden? ye rude see the proudest

slaves, leave your gaping. He, that dares most, but wag his finger at thee : [Within.] Good master porter, I belong to the By all that's holy, he had better starve,

larder. Than but once think this place becomes thee not. Port. Belong to the gallows, and be hanged, you Sur. May it please your grace,

rogue: Is this a place to roar in? - Fetch me a K. Hen.

No, sir, it does not please me. dozen crab-tree staves, and strong ones; these are I had thought, I had had men of some under- but switches to them. - I'll scratch your heads : standing

You must be seeing christenings? Do you look for And wisdom, of my council; but I find none. ale and cakes here, you rude rascals? Was it discretion, lords, to let this man,

Man. Pray, sir, be patient; 'tis as much imThis good man, (few of you deserve that title)

possible This honest man, wait like a lowsy footboy

(Unless we sweep them from the door with cannons,) At chamber door? and one as great as you are ? To scatter them, as 'tis to make them sleep Why, what a shame was this? Did my commission On May-day morning ; which will never be : Bid ye so far forget yourselves? I gave ye We may as well push against Paul's, as stir them. Power as he was a counsellor to try bim,

Port. How got they in, and be hang'd. Not as a groom ; There's some of ye, I see,

Man. Alas, I know not; How gets the tide in ? More out of malice than integrity,

As much as one sound cudgel of four foot Would try him to the utmost, had ye mean; (You see the poor remainder) could distribute, Which ye shall never have, while I live.

Ì made no spare, sir. Chan.

Thus far, Port.

You did nothing, sir. My most dread sovereign, may it like your grace Mun. I am not Samson, nor sir Guy, nor Col. To let my tongue excuse all. What was purpos'd brand, to mow them down before me : but, if I Concerning his imprisonment, was rather

spared any, that had a head to hit, either young or (If there be faith in men,) meant for his trial, old, he or she, cuckold or cuckold-maker, let me And fair purgation to the world, than malice; never hope to see a chine again ; and that I would I am sure, in me.

not for a cow, God save her. K. Hen. Well, well, my lords, respect him; [Within.] Do you hear, master porter? Take him, and use him well, he's worthy of it, Port. I shall be with you presently, good master I will say thus much for him, If a prince

puppy. Keep the door close, sirrah. May be beholden to a subject, I

Man. What would you have me do? Am, for his love and service, so to him.

Port. What should you do, but knock them Make me no more ado, but all embrace him ; down by the dozens? Is this Moorfields to muster Be friends, for shame, my lords. — My lord of Can- in? or have we some strange Indian with the great terbury,

tool come to court, the women so besiege us? I have a suit which you must not deny me; Bless me, what a fry of fornication is at door! On That is, a fair young maid that yet wants baptism, my christian conscience, this one christening will You must be godfather, and answer for her. beget a thousand; here will be father, godfather, Cran. The greatest monarch now alive may and all together. glory

Man. The spoons will be the bigger, sir. There In such an honour; How may I deserve it, is a fellow somewhat near the door, he should be a That am a poor and humble subject to you? brazier by his face, for, o'my conscience, twenty K. Hen. Come, come, my lord, you'd spare your of the dog-days now reign in's nose ; all that stand spoons; you shall have

about him are under the line, they need no other Two noble partners with you; the old duchess of penance : That fire-drake did I hit three times ou Norfolk,

the head, and three times was his nose discharged And lady marquiss Dorset : Will these please you? against me; he stands there, like a mortar-piece, Once more, my lord of Winchester, I charge you, to blow us. There was a haberdasher's wife of Embrace, and love this man.

small wit near him, that railed upon me till her Gar.

With & true heart, pink'd porringer fell off her head, for kindling such And brother-love, I do it.

a combustion in the state. I miss'd the meteor Cran.

And let heaven once, and hit that woman, who cried out, clubs ! Witness, how dear I hold this confirmation.

when I might see from far some forty truncheoneers K. Hen. Good man, those joyful tears show thy draw to her succour, which were the hope of the true heart.

Strand, where she was quartered. They fell on ; The common voice, I see, is verified

I made good my place ; at length they came to the Of thee, which says thus, Do my lord of Canterbury broomstaff with me, I defied them still; when sudA shrewd turn, and he is your friend for ever. denly a file of boys behind them, loose shot, deCome, lords, we trifle time away; I long

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livered such a shower (f pebbles, that I was fain to

her :

draw inine honour in, and let them win the work : Cran.

Elizabeth. The devil was amongst them, I think, surely.

K. Hen.

Stand up, lord. Port. These are the youths that thunder at a

[The King kisses the child. play-house, and fight for bitten apples; that no With this kiss take my blessing: God protect thee ! audience, but the Tribulation of Tower-hill, or the Into whose hands I give thy life. limbs of Limehouse, their dear brothers, are able Cran.

Amen. to endure. I have some of them in Limbo Patrum, K. Hen. My noble gossips, ye have been too and there they are like to dance these three days;

prodigal :
besides the running banquet of two beadles, that is I thank ye heartily; so shall this lady,
to come.

When she has so much English.
Cran.

Let me speak, sir,
Enter the Lord Chamberlain.

For heaven now bids me; and the words I utter Chuam. Mercy o’me, what a multitude are here !

Let none think flattery, for they'll find them truth. They grow still too, from all parts they are coming, This royal infant, (heaven still move about her!) As if we kept a fair here! Where are these porters, Though in her cradle, yet now promises These lazy knaves ? Ye have made a fine hand, Upon this land a thousand thousand blessings, fellows.

Which time shall bring to ripeness : She shall be There's a trim rabble let in : Are all these

(But few now living can behold that goodness,) Your faithful friends o'the suburbs? We shall have A pattern to all princes living with her, Great store of room, no doubt, left for the ladies,

And all that shall succeed : Sheba was never
When they pass back from the christening.

More covetous of wisdom, and fair virtue,
Port.
An't please your honour

Than this pure soul shall be: all princely graces, We are but men; and what so many may do,

That mould up such a mighty piece as this is, Not being torn a pieces, we have done :

With all the virtues that attend the good, An army cannot rule them.

Shall still be doubled on her: truth shall nurse Clam. As I live,

her, If the king blame me for't, I'll lay ye all

Holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her : By the heels, and suddenly; and on your heads

She shall be lov'd, and fear’d: Her own shall bl Clap round fines, for neglect: You are lazy knaves;

Her foes shake like a field of bcaten corn, And here ye lie baiting of bumbards, when

And hang their heads with sorrow : Good gro Ye should do service. Hark, the trumpets sound;

with her : They are come already from the christening : In her days, every man shall eat in safety Go, break among the press, and find a way out

Under his own vine, what he plants; and sing To let the troop pass fairly; or I'll find

The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours : A Marshalsea, shall hold you play these two

God shall be truly known; and those about her months.

From her shall read the perfect ways of honour, Port. Make way there for the princess.

And by those claim their greatness, not by blood. Man. You great fellow, stand close up, or I'll

(Nor shall this peace sleep with her : But as when make your head ake.

The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phænix, Port

. You i'the camblet, get up o'the rail ; I'll Her ashes new create another heir, pick you o'er the pales else.

[Ereunt.

As great in admiration as herself ;

So shall she leave her blessedness to one,
SCENE IV. -

(When heaven shall call her from this cloud of The Palace.

darkness) Enter trumpets, sounding; then Two Aldermen,

Who, from the sacred ashes of her honour, Lord Mayor, Garter, CRANMER, Duke of Nor- Shall star-like rise, as great in fame as she was, FOLK, with his marshal's staff, DUKE OF SUFFOLK,

And so stand fix'd: Peace, plenty, love, truth, Two Noblemen bearing great standing-bowls for

terror, the christening gifts; then Four Noblemen bear- That were the servants to this chosen infant, ing a canopy, under which the Duchess of Nor- Shall then be his, and like a vine grow to him ; FOLK, godmother, bearing the child richly habited Wherever the bright sun of heaven shall shine, in a mantle, &c. Train borne by a Lady: then

His honour, and the greatness of his name follows the MARCHIONESS OF Dorset, the other

Shall be, and make new nations : He shall flourish, god mother, and Ladies. The troop pass once

And, like a mountain cedar, reach his branches about the stage, and Garter speaks.

To all the plains about him : Our children's

children Gart. Heaven, from thy endless goodness, send Shall see this, and bless heaven. prosperous life, long, and ever happy, to the high

K. Hen.

Thou speakest wonders.) and mighty princess of England, Elizabeth!

Cran. She shall be, to the happiness of England, Flourish. Enter King and Train.

An aged princess; many days shall see her,

And yet no day without a deed to crown it. Cran. (Kneeling.] And to your royal grace, and 'Would I had known no more! but she must die, the good queen,

She must, the saints must have her; yet a virgin, My noble partners, and myself, thus pray; - A most unspotted lily shall she pass All comfort, joy, in ihis most gracious lady, To the ground, and all the world shall mourn her. Heaven ever laid up to make parents happy,

K. Hen. O lord archbishop, May hourly fall upon ye!

'Thou hast made me now a man ; never, before K. Hen. Thank you, good lord archbishop, This happy child, did I get any thing : What is her name?

This oracle of comfort has so pleas'd me.

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