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That cannot be ; you are a counsellor,
moment, We will be short with you. 'Tis his highness' plea
sure, 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 modest.
Gar. My lord, my lord, you are a sectary,
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.
bold life too. Chan.
This is too much;
I have done.
All. We are.
of mercy, But I must needs to the Tower, my lords? Gar.
What other Would you expect? You are strangely troublesome! Let some o'the guard be ready there,
Stay, good my lords,
Cham. This is the king's ring.
'Tis no counterfeit. Suf. 'Tis the right ring, by heaven: I told ye all, When we first put this dangerous stone a rolling, 'Twould fall upon ourselves. Nor.
Do you think, my lords, The king will suffer but the little finger Of this man to be vex'd ? Cham.
'Tis now too certain: How much more is his life in value with him? 'Would I were fairly out on't. Crom,
My mind gave me, In seeking tales, and informations, Against this man, (whose honesty the devil And his disciples only envy at) Ye blew the fire that burns ye: Now have at ye.
Enter King, frowning on them; takes his seat,
Not only good and wise, but most religious :
see the proudest
Sur. May it please your grace,
No, sir, it does not please me.
More out of malice than integrity,
ye shall never have, while I live.
K. Hen. Well, well, my lords, respect him ;
Cran. The greatest monarch now alive may glory
spoons ;7 you shall have
7 It was an ancient custom for sponsors to present spoons to their god-children.