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Now, Lovell, from the queen what is the news?
Lov. I could not personally deliver to her What you commanded me, but by her woman I sent your message; who return'd her thanks In the greatest humbleness, and desir'd your highness Most heartily to pray for her. K. Hen.
What say'st thou? ha! To pray for her? what, is she crying out? Lov. So said her woman; and that her sufferance
Alas, good lady!
'Tis midnight, Charles,
I wish your highness
Charles, good night.
Enter Sir ANTHONY DENNY.
Well, sir, what follows:
Den. Sir, I have brought my lord the archbishop, As you commanded me. K. Hen.
Ha! Canterbury? Den. Ay, my good lord. K. Hen. 'Tis true: Where is he, Denny? Den. He attends your highness' pleasure. K. Hen.
Bring him to us.
[Exit Denny. Lov. This is about that which the bishop spake; I am happily come hither.
Re-enter Denny, with CRANMER
Avoid the gallery.
(Lovell seems to stay. Ha!- I have said.-Be gone. What!
[Exeunt LoveLL and Denny. Cran. I am fearful :- Wherefore frowns he thus? 'Tis his aspect of terror. All's not well.
K. Hen. How now, my lord? You dodesire to know
It is my duty,
'Pray you, arise,
hand. Ah, my good lord, I grieve at what I speak, And am right sorry to repeat what follows: I have, and most unwillingly, of late Heard many grievous, I do say, my lord, Grievous complaints of you; which, being consi
Have mov'd us and our council, that you
shall This morning come before us; where, I know, You cannot with such freedom purge yourself, But that, till further trial, in those charges Which will require your answer, you must take Your patience to you, and be well contented To make your house our Tower: You a brother of
You a brother of us, &c.] You being one of the council, it is necessary to imprison you, that the witnesses against you may not be deterred.
It fits we thus proceed, or else no witness
I humbly thank your highness;
Stand up, good Canterbury; Thy truth, and thy integrity, is rooted In us, thy friend: Give me thy hand, stand up; Pr’ythee, let's walk. Now, by my holy-dame, What manner of man are you? My lord, I look'd You would have given me your petition, that I should have ta’en some pains to bring together Yourself and your accusers; and to have heard you Without indurance,4 further. Cran.
Most dread liege, The good I stand on is my truth, and honesty; If they shall fail, I, with mine enemies, Will triumph o'er my person; which I weigh not, Being of those virtues vacant. I fear nothing What can be said against me. K. Hen.
Know you not how Your state stands i'the world, with the whole world? Your enemies Are many, and not small; their practices Must bear the same proportion: and not ever The justice and the truth o’the question carries The due o'the verdict with it: At what ease Might corrupt minds procure knaves as corrupt To swear against you? such things have been done.
indurance,] i. e. confinement, or perhaps, delay, procrastination.
I weigh not,] i. e. have no value for.
and not ever -] Not ever is an uncommon expression, and does not mean never, but not always.
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. Gent. [Within.] Come back; What mean you?
Lady. I'll not come back; the tidings that I bring Will make my boldness manners.—Now, good angels
7 Ween you of better luck,] To ween is to think, to imaginc. 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
guess thy message. Is the queen deliver’d? Say, ay; and of a boy.
Ay, ay, my liege;
Enter Lovell. Loυ. .
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, &c. 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