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For I must think of that, which Company
Would not be friendly to.
Suf. I wish your Highness
A quiet Night, and my good Mistress will
Remember in my Prayers.
King. Charles, Good Night:
[Exit Suffolk. Well, Sir, what follows?
Enter Sir Anthony Denny.
Denny. Sir, I have brought my Lord the Archbishop,
As you commanded me.
King. Ha! Canterbury!
Denny. Ay, my good Lord.
King: 'Tis true where is he, Denny?
Denny. He attends your Highness pleasure.
King. Bring him to us.
[Exit Denny. Lov. This is about that which the Bishop spake. I am happily come hither.
[Aside. Enter Cranmer and Denny. King. Avoid the Gallery, [Lovel seemeth to stay. Ha! I have said be gone. (Exeunt Lovel and Denny:
Cran. I am fearful: Wherefore frowns he thus? 'Tis his Aspect of Terror. All's not well.
King: How now, my Lord?
You do delire to know, wherefore
I sent for you.
Cran. It is my Duty
T'attend your Highness pleasure.
King. Pray you arise,
My good and gracious Lord of Canterbury:
Come, you and I must walk a turn together:
I have News to tell you.
Come, come, give me your 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 consider'd;
Have mov'd us, and our Council, that you shall
This Morning come before us, where I know
You cannot with such freedom purge your felf,
But that 'till further Trial, in thofe 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 us.
It fits we thus proceed, or else no witness
Would come against you.
Cran. I humbly thank your Highness,
And am right glad to catch this good occasion,
Most throughly to be winnow'd, where
And Corn Thall fly asunder. For I know
There's none stands under more calumnious Tongues
Than I my self, poor Man.
King. Stand up, good Canterbury;
Thy Truth and ihy Integrity is rooted
In us, thy Friend. Give me thy hand, stand up,
Prithee let's walk. Now, by my holy Dame,
:D, What manner of Man are you? My Lord, I lookid
You would have given me your Petition, that
I should have ta'en some pains, to bring together
Your self 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.
King. Know you not
How your State stands i'th' World, with the whole World ?
Your Enemies are many, and not small; their Pra&ices
Must bear the same proportion; and not ever
The Justice and the Truth o'th' question carries
The due o'th' 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 Milice
Of as great a liże. Ween you of better Luck,
I mean in perjur'd Witness, than your Master,
Whose Minister you are, whiles here he liv'd
Upon this naughty Earth? Go to, go to,
You take a Prectpice for no leap of danger,
And woo your own Destruction.
Cran. God and your Majesty
Prote& mine Innocence, or I fall into
The Trap is laid for me.
King. Be of good Cheer,
They Thall 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
Th' occasion shall instruct you. If Intreaties
Will render you no Remedy, this Ring
Deliver them, and your Appeal to us
There make before them. Look, the good Man weeps :
He's honest, 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 all his Language in his Tears.
Enter old Lady.
Gent, within. Come back; what mean you?
Lady. I'll not come back, the tidings that I bring
Will make my Boldness Manners. Now good Angels
Fly o'er thy Royal Head, and shade thy Person
Under their blessed Wings..
King. Now by thy Looks
I guess thy Message. Is the Queen deliver'd ?
Say, Ay, and of a Boy.
Lady. Ay, ay, my Liege;
And of a lovely Boy; the God of Heaven
Both now, and ever bless her : 'Tis a Girl,
Promises Boys hereafter. Sir, your Queen
Desires your Visitation, and to be
Acquainted with this Stranger; 'cis as like you,
As Cherry is to Cherry.
King. Give her an hundred Marks.
I'll to the Queen.
Lady. An hundred Marks! By this Light, I'll ha' nore. An ordinary Groom is for such Payment. I will have more, or scold it out of him. Said I for this, the Girl was like to him ? I'll Have more, or else unsay't : and now, while 'tis hot, I'll put it to the issue.
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? Hoa ?
Who waits there? Sure you know me?
Keep. Yes, my Lord;
But yet I cannot help you.
Keep. Your Grace must wait 'eill you be calld for.
Enter Doctor Butts.
Butts. This is a piece of Malice: I am glad I came this
way so haplyThe King Shall understand it presently.
[Exit Butts. Cran. 'Tis Butts, The King's Physician, as he past along, How earnestly he cast his Eyes upon me; Pray Heav'n he found not my Disgrace : for certain
This is of purpose laid by some that hate me, (God turn their Hearts, I never fought their Malice) To quench mine Honour; they would shame to make me Wait elfe at Door: A Fellow-Councellor 'Mong Boys, Grooms, and Lackeys ! But their Pleasures Must be fulfilled, and I attend with Patience.
Enter the King and Butts at a Window above. Butts, I'll shew your Grace the strangest light... King. What's that, Burts??
Butts. I think your Highness saw this many a Day.
King. Body a me: where is it?
Buits. There, my Lord :
The high Promotion of his Grace of Canterbury,
Who holds his State at door 'mongst Pursevants,
Pages, and Foot-boy.
King. Ha? 'tis he indeed.
Is this the Honour they do one another?
'Tis well there's one above ’em yet. I had thought
They had parted so much Honesty among 'em,
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, Butis, there's Knavery;
Lit 'em alone, and draw the Curtain close,
We shall hear more anon.
A Council Table brought in with Chairs and Stools, and placed
under the State, Enter Lord-Chancellor, places himself at the
upper end of the Table, on the Left Hand: A Seat being left void above him, as ifor the Archbishop of Canterbury's Seat. Duke of Suffolk, Duke of Norfok, Surrey, LordChamberlain, and Gardiner, seat themselves in Order on each side. Cromwel at the lower end, as Secretary.
Chan. Speak to the Business, Mr. Secretary:
Why are we met in Council ?
Crom. Please your Horours,
The chief Cause concerns his Grace of Canterbury.
Gard. Has he knowledge of it?
Nor. Who waits there?
Keep. Without, my Noble Lords?
Keep. My Lord Archbifhop;
And has done half an hour, to know your Pleasures:
Chan. Let him come in.
Keep. Your Grace may enter now.
[Cranmer approaches the Council Table.