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LOBBY BEFORE THE COUNCIL-CHAMBER.

Enter Cranmer; Servants, Door-Keeper, &c.

attending 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?

Hoa!
Who waits there?-Sure, you know me?
D. Kеер.

Yes, my lord;
But yet I cannot help you.
Cran.

Why?
D. Keep. Your grace must wait, till you

be callid for.

Enter Doctor Butts.
Cran.

So,
Butts. This is a piece of malice. I am glad,
I came this way so happily: The king
Shall understand it presently.

[Exit Butts. Cran. [Aside.]

'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 cer

tain, 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 plea

sures

Must be fulfillid, 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. K. Hen. Body o'me, where is it? Butts.

There, my lord: The high promotion of his grace of Canterbury; Who holds his state at door, ʼmongst pursuivants, Pages, and footboys. K. Hen.

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 Suffolk, Earl

of Surrey, Lord Chamberlain, Gardiner, and Cromwell. The Chancellor places himself at the upper end of the table on the 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?
Crom.

Yes.
Nor.

Who waits there?
D. Keep. Without, my noble lords?
Gar.

Yes.

My lord archbishop; And has done half an hour, to know your pleasures.

Chan. Let him come in.
D. Keep

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, And want of wisdom, you, that best should teach us, Have misdemeau'd yourself, and not a little, Toward the king first, then his laws, in filling The whole realm, by your teaching, and your chap

lains,

D. Kеер.

(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, Farewel, 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 pro

gress 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.
'Pray heaven, the king may never find a heart
With less allegiance in it! Men, that make
Envy, and crooked malice, nourishment,
Dare bite the best. I do beseech

yonr lordships, That, in this case of justice, my accusers,

Be what they will, may stand forth face to face,
And freely urge against me.
Suf.

Nay, my lord,
That cannot be; you are a counsellor,
And, by that virtue, no man dare accuse you.
Gar. My lord, because we have business of more

moment, We will be short with you. 'Tis his highness'

pleasure, And our consent, for better trial of

you, From hence you be committed to the Tower; Where, being but a private man again, You shall know many dare accuse you boldly, More than, I fear, you are provided for, Cran. Ah, my good lord of Winchester, I thank

you, You are always my good friend; if your

will

pass, I shall both find your lordship judge and juror, You are so merciful: I see your end, 'Tis my undoing: Love, and meekness, lord, Become a churchman better than ambition; Win straying souls with modesty again, Cast none away. That I shall clear myself, Lay all the weight ye can upon my patience, I make as little doubt, as you do conscience In doing daily wrongs. I could say more, But reverence to your calling makes me inodest.

Gar. My lord, my lord, you are a sectary, That's the plain truth; your painted gloss discovers, To men that understand you, words and weakness.

Crom. My lord of Winchester, you are a little, By your good favour, too sharp; men so noble,

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