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Incens'd 8 the lords o'the council, that he is
servant. (Exeunt GARDINER and Page.
As Lovell is going out, enter the King, and the
Duke of SupFOLK. 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.
K. Hen. But little, Charles ;
Lov. I could not personally deliver to her
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. K. Hen.
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 do desire to
know Wherefore I sent for
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
der'd, Have mov'd us and our council, that
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
2 One of the council,
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, 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.
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 4 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.
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
He's honest, on mine honour. God's blest mother!
He has strangled