That cannot be ; you are a counsellor,
And, by that virtue, no man dare accuse you.
Gar. My lord, because we have business of more

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,
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,
By your good favour, too sharp; men so noble,
However faulty, yet should find respect
For what they have been : 'tis a cruelty,
To load a falling man.

Gar.

Good master secretary,
I cry your honour mercy; you may, worst
Of all this table, say so.
Crom.

Why, my lord ?
Gar. Do not I know you for a favourer
Of this new sect? ye are not sound.
Crom.

Not sound?
Gar. Not sound, I say.
Crom.

'Would you were half so honest? Men's prayers then would seek you, not their fears.

Gar. I shall remember this bold language.
Crom.

Do.
Remember your

bold life too. Chan.

This is too much;
Forbear, for shame, my lords.
Gar.

I have done.
Crom.

And I.
Chan. Then thus for you, my lord,-It stands

agreed,
I take it, by all voices, that forthwith
You be convey'd to the Tower a prisoner ;
There to remain, till the king's further pleasure
Be known unto us : Are you all agreed, lords?

All. We are.
Cran.
Is there no other

way

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,

Enter Guard.

Cran.

For me?
Must I go like a traitor thither?
Gar.

Receive him,
And see him safe i'the Tower.
Cran.

Stay, good my lords,
I have a little yet to say. Look there, my lords ;
By virtue of that ring, I take my cause
Out of the gripes of cruel men, and give it
To a most noble judge, the king my master.

Cham. This is the king's ring.
Sur.

'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,
Gar. Dread sovereign, how much are we bound to

heaven
In daily thanks, that gave us such a prince ;

Not only good and wise, but most religious :
One that, in all obedience, makes the church
The chief aim of his honour; and, to strengthen
That holy duty, out of dear respect,
His royal self in judgment comes to hear
The cause betwixt her and this great offender.
K. Hen. You were ever good at sudden commen-

dations,
Bishop of Winchester. But know, I come not
To hear such flattery now, and in my presence;
They are too thin and base to hide offences.
To me you cannot reach, you play the spaniel,
And think with wagging of your tongue to win me;
But, whatsoe'er thou tak’st me for, I am sure,
Thou hast a cruel nature, and a bloody.
Good man, [To CRANMER.] sit down. Now let me

see the proudest
He, that dares most, but wag his finger at thee:
By all that's holy, he had better starve,
Than but once think his place becomes thee not.

Sur. May it please your grace,
K. Hen.

No, sir, it does not please me.
I had thought, I had had men of some understanding
And wisdom, of my council ; but I find none.
Was it discretion, lords, to let this man,
This good man, (few of you deserve that title,)
This honest man, wait like a lowsy footboy
At chamber door ? and one as great as you are ?
Why, what a shame was this? Did my commission
Bid ye so far forget yourselves? I gave ye
Power as he was a counsellor to try him,
Not as a groom; There's some of ye, I see,

More out of malice than integrity,
Would try him to the utmost, had ye mean;
Which

ye shall never have, while I live.
Chan.

Thus far,
My most dread sovereign, may it like your grace
To let my tongue excuse all. What was purpos'd
Concerning his imprisonment, was rather
(If there be faith in men,) meant for his trial,
And fair purgation to the world, than malice;
I am sure, in me.

K. Hen. Well, well, my lords, respect him ;
Take him, and use him well, he's worthy of it.
I will say thus much for him, If a prince
May be beholden to a subject, I
Am, for his love and service, so to him.
Make me no more ado, but all embrace him;
Be friends, for shame, my lords.--My lord of Canter-

bury,
I have a suit which you must not deny me;
That is, a fair young maid that yet wants baptism,
You must be godfather, and answer for her.

Cran. The greatest monarch now alive may glory
In such an honour; How may I deserve it,
That am a poor and humble subject to you?
K. Hen. Come, come, my lord, you'd spare your

spoons ;7 you shall have
Two noble partners with you; the old duchess of

Norfolk,
And lady marquiss Dorset; Will these please you?
Once more, my lord of Winchester, I charge you,

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7 It was an ancient custom for sponsors to present spoons to their god-children.