If they shall fail, I with mine enemies Will triumph o'er my person, which I weigh not, Being of those virtues vacant. What can be said against me. K. Hen. I fear nothing Know you not How your state stands i' the world, with the whole world? Your enemies Are many, and not small; their practices Cran. God, and your Majesty, Protect mine innocence, or I fall into The trap is laid for me! K. Hen. Be of good cheer; They shall no more prevail than we give way to. Fail not to use, and with what vehemency 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. -He has strangled His language in his tears. [Exit CRANMER. Enter an Old Lady. Gent. [Within.] Come back what mean you? Old L. 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 And of a lovely boy: the God of heaven Both now and ever bless her!—'t is a girl,— Acquainted with this stranger: 't is as like you, Old L. An hundred marks! By this light, I'll ha' more. An ordinary groom is for such payment. Said I for this, the girl was like to him? I will have more, or else unsay 't; and now, While it is hot, I'll put it to the issue. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-Lobby before the Council-chamber. Enter CRANMER; Servants, Door-keeper, &c., attending. Cran. I hope, I am not too late; and yet the gentleman That was sent to me from the Council prayed me To make great haste. All fast? what means this? Ho! Who waits there ?-Sure, you know me? D. Keep. But yet I cannot help you. Cran. Yes, my lord; Why? D. Keep. Your grace must wait till you be Butts. This is a piece of malice. I am glad I came this way so happily: the King Shall understand it presently. Cran. [Aside.] [Exit. 'Tis Butts, The King's physician. As he passed along, 'Pray Heaven, he sound not my disgrace! For certain, This is of purpose laid by some that hate me,— God turn their hearts! I never sought their malice, To quench mine honour they would shame to make me Wait else at door, a fellow-counsellor, Among boys, grooms, and lackeys. But their plea sures Must be fulfilled, and I attend with patience. Enter the KING and BUTTS, at a window above. Butts. I'll show your grace the strangest sightK. Hen. What's that, Butts ? Butts. I think your highness saw this many a day. K. Hen. Body o' me, where is it? Butts. There, my lord : The high promotion of his grace of Canterbury; Who holds his state at door, 'mongst pursuivants, Pages, and footboys. K. Hen. Ha! 'Tis he, indeed. Is this the honour they do one another? Tis well, there's one above them yet. I had thought, |