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Chan. My good Lord Archbishop, I'm very sorry
To sit here at this present, and behold
That Chair stand empty : But we all are Men
In our own Natures frail, and capable
Of our Flesh, few are Angels ; out of which Frailty
And want of Wisdom, you that best should teach us,
Have misdemean'd your self, and not a little:
Toward the King first, then his Laws, in filling
The whole Realm, by your teaching and your Chaplains,
(For so we are inform'd) with new Opinions
Divers and dangerous, which are Heresies;
And not reform'd, may prove pernicious.
Gard. Which Reformation must be sudden too,
My noble Lords; for those that tame wild Horses,
Pace 'em not in their hands to make 'em gentle,
But stop their Mouths with stubborn Bits, and spur'um
'Till they obey the manage. If we suffer,
Out of our Ealiness and childish Pity
To one Min's Honour, this contagious Sickness,
Farewel all Phyfick: 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 the publick Peace, than I do :
Pray Heav'n 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 Lordships,
That in this case of Justice, my Accusers,
Be what they will, may stand forth Face to Face,
And freely urge against m.
Suf. Nay, my Lord,
That cannot be ; you are a Counsellor,
And by that Vertue no Man dare accuse you.
Gard, My Lord, because we have Business of more moment,
We will be short with you. 'Tis his Highness pleasure,
And our consent, for better Tryal of you,
From hence you be committed to the Tower,
Where te ng 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 Meckness, Lord, Become a Church-man better than Ambition : Win ftraying Souls with Modesty again, Cast none away. That I shall clear my self, 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 modeft.
Gard. My Lord, my Lord, you are a Se&tary,
That's the plain truth; your painted Gloss discovers,
To Men that understand you, words and weaknessa
Crom. My Lord of Winchester, you're a little,
By your good favour, too sharp; Men so Noble,
How ever faulty, yet should find Refpe&
-For what they have been : 'Tis a Cruelty
To load a falling Man.
Gard. Good Mr. Secretary,
I cry your Honour's Mercy; you may, worst
Of all this Table, say so.
Erom, Why, my Lord ?
Gard. Do not I know you for a Favourer
of this new Seat? ye are not found.
Crom. Not found ?
Gard. Not found, I say.
Crom. Would you were half so honeft :
Mens Prayers then would seek you, not their Fears.
Gard. I shall remember this bold Language.
Remember your bold Life too.
Cham. This is too much;
Forbear for shame, my Lords.
Gard, I have done.
Crom. And I.
Cham. Then thus for you, my Lord, it stands agreed,
I take it, by all Voices; that forth with
You be convey'd to th' 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 th' Tower, my Lords
Gard. What other
Would you expect? You are strangely troublesome :
Let some o'th Guard be ready there.
Enter the Guard.
Cran. For me?
Must I go like a Traitor thither?
Gard. Receive him,
And see him fafe i'th' Tower.
Cran. Stay, good my Lords,
I have a little yet to say. Look there, my Lords ;
By vertue 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.
Gard. 'Tis no counterfeit,
Suf. 'Tis his right Ring, by Heav'n. I told ye all,
When we first put this dang’rous Stone a rowling,
'Twould fall upon our selves.
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 1 ales 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.
Gard. Dread Sovereign,
How much are we bound to Heaven,
In daily Tharks, 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 of our dear Respect,
His Royal Self in Judgment comes to hear
The Cause bitwixt her and this great Offender.
King. You were ever good at sudden Commendations,
Bishop of Winchester. But know, I come not
To hear such Flittery 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 takist me for, I'm sure
Thou halt a cruel Nature, and a bloody.
Good Man, lit down; now let me feethe proudest [To Cran,
He that darcs most, but wag his Finger at thee,
By all that's Holy, he had better farve,
Then but once think, this place becomes thee not,
Sur. May it please your Grace,
King. No, Sir, it does not please me,
I had had thought I had Men of some Understanding,
And Wisdom, of niy Council; but I find none :
Was it difcretion, Lörds, to let this Man,
Th's good Men, (tew of you deserve the Title)
This honcit Mar, wait like a lowlie Foot-boy
At Chamber Door, and one, as great as you are?
Why, what a shame was this? Did my Commission
so far forget your selves? I gave ye
Power, as he was a Counselor, to try him,
Not as a Groom ; there's some of ye, I ler,
More out of Malice than Integ'iry,
Would try him to the utmost, had ye mean;
Which ye shall never have, while I do live.
Cham. 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'm sure in me.
King. Well, well, my Lords, resped him ;
Take him, and use him well; he's worthy of it.
I will say thus much for him, if a Prince
May be beholding 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 Canterbury,
I have a Suit, which you must not deny me.
There 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?
King. Come, come, my Lord, you'd spare your Spoons:
You shall have two noble Partners with you; the old Dụtch-
ess of Norfolk, and the Lady Marquess of Dorset?
Will these please you?
Once more, my Lord of Winchester, I charge you
Embrace, and love this Man,
Gard. With a true Heart,
And Brother's love I do it.
Cran. And let Heaven
Witness, how dear I hold this Confirmatico.
King. Good Man, those joyful Tears shew thy true Heart;
The common Voice I fee is verified
Of thee, which says thus: Do my Lord of Canterbury
A shrewd turn, and he's your Friend for ever.
Come, Lords, we trifle time away: I long
To have this young one made a Christian.
As I have made ye one, Lords, one remain :
So I grow stronger, you more Honour gain. [Exeunt.