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Enter Lovell. Lou.
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 more. An ordinary groom is for such payment. I will have more, or scold it out of him. Said I for this, the girl is like to him? I will have more, or else unsay't; and now While it is hot, I'll put it to the issue. (Exeunt.
Lobby before the council-chamber.
Enter Cranmer; Servants, Door-keepers, &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 To make great haste. All fast? what means this?
Yes, my lord;
Why? D. Keep. Your grace must wait, till you be call's 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.
'Tis Butts, The king's physician; As he past along, How earnestly he cast his eyes upon me! Pray Heaven, he sound not iny 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 fulfill'd, and I attend with patience.
Enter at a window above, the King and Butts.
What's that, Butts ?
There, my lord:
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.
(Ereunt. THE COUNCIL-CHAMBER.
Enter the Lord Chancellor, the Duke of Suffolk,
Earl of Surrey, Lord Chaniberlain, Gardiner, and Cromwell. The Chancellor places himself at the upper end of the table on the left hand; a seut being left void above him, as for the Archbishop of Canterbury. The rest seut themselves in order un cuch 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 bis grace of Canterbury. Gar. Has he had knowledge of it? Crom.
: Who waits there? D. Keep. Without, my noble lords? Gar.
My lord archbishop; And has done half an hour, to kuow your pleasures.
Chan. Let him come in.
Your grace may enter now.
lains, (For so we are inform'd) with new opinions, Divers, and dangerous; which are heresies, And, not reform'u, may prove pernicious.
Gar. Which reformation must be suddeu too,
My noble lords: for those, that lame wild horses, Pace them not in their hands to inake 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, 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 public 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 your lordshi 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 bave business of more
moment, We will be short with you. 'Tis his highuess' plea
sure, And our consent, for better trial of you, From hence you be committed to the Tower;
In singleness of heart.' Acts, ii. 46. VOL. VI.
Where, being but a private man again,
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,
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; Forbear, for shame, my lords. Gar.
I have done.