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Till Cranmer, Cromwell, her two hands, and she,
Now, sir, you speak of two The most remark'd i'the kingdom. As for Crom.
well, Beside that of the jewel house, he's made master O'the rolls, and the king's secretary: further, sir, Stands in the gap and trade of more preferments. With which the time will load him: The archbishop Is the king's hand, and tongue; And who dare
speak One syllable against him? Gar.
Yes, yes, sir Thomas, There are that dare; and I myself have ventur'd To speak my mind of him: and, indeed, this day, Sir (1 may tell it you), I think, I have Incens'd* the lords o'the council, that he is (For so I know he is, they know he is), A most arch heretick, a pestilence That does infect the land: with which they moved, Have brokent with the king; who hath so far Given ear to our complaint (of his great grace And princely care; foreseeing those fell mischiefs Our reasons laid before him) he hath commanded, To-morrow morning to the council-hoard . He be conventedi. He's a rank weed, sir Thomas, And we must root him out. From your affairs. I hinder you too long: good night, sir Thomas. Lov. Many good nights, my lord; I rest your ser. vant.
[Exeunt Gardiner and Page.
As Lovell is going out, enter the King, and the
Duke of Suffolk. K. Hen. Charles, I will play no more to-night; My mind's not on't, you are too hard for me.
Suf. Sir, I did never win of you before.
Told their minds.
• Set od.
K. Hen. But little, Charles;
Lov. I could not personally deliver to her
ness 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; aud 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,
'Tis true: Where is he, Denny ? Den. He attends your highness' pleasure. K. Hen.
Bring him to us,
Loo. This is about that which the bishop spake; I am happily come bither.
Re-enter Denny, with Cranmer.
Avoid the gallery.
(Lovell seems to stay. Hal-I have said. Be gone. What!
(Ereunt 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 do desire to
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.
I humbly thank your highness;
* One of the council.
And am right glad to catch this good occasion
Stand up, good Canterbury;
Most dread liege, The good I stand on is my truth, and honesty ; If they shall fail, I, with inine 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 evert 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. You are potently oppos'd; and with a malice Of as great size. Ween. you of better luck, I mean, in perjur'd witness, than your master, Whose minister you are, wbiles here he liv'd Upon this naughty earth? Go to, go to; You take a precipice for no leap of danger, And woo your own destruction. Cran.
God, and your majesty,
Protect mine innocence, or I fall into
Be of good cheer;
weeps! He's houest, on mine honour. God's blest mother! I swear, he is true-hearted; and a soul None better in my kingdom.-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 manuers. Now, good angels Fly o'er thy royal head, and shade thy person Under their blessed wings ! . K. Hen.
Now, by thy looks
Ay, ay, my liege;