And durft commend a fecret to your ear labour, The Queen's in They fay, in great extremity; 'tis fear'd, Gard. The fruit fhe goes with I pray for heartily, that it may find Good time, and live; but for the ftock, Sir Thomas, Lov. Methinks, I could Cry the Amen; and yet my confcience fays, Gard. But, Sir, Sir Hear me, Sir Thomas You're a gentleman 3 Of mine own way; I know you wife, religious ; Lov. Now, Sir, you fpeak of two The most remark'd'th' kingdom. As for Cromwell, Befide that of the jewel-houfe, he's made master O'th'Rolls, and the King's Secretary; further, * Stands in the gap and trade for more preferments, With which the time will load him. Th'Archbishop Is the King's hand, and tongue; and who dare fpeak One fyllable against him? Gard. Yes, Sir Thomas, There are that dare; and I myfelf have ventur'd ---3 mine cawn way.] Mine own inion in religion. 4 Stands in the gop and TRADE for more prefirments.] We fhould read TREAD, i. e. road WARBURTON. Trade is the practifed method, the general conse. Fot For fo I know he is, they know he is, A most arch heretick, a peftilence That does infect the land; with which they mov'd, King. vant. SCENE II. Changes to an Apartment in the Palace. Enter King and Suffolk. HARLES, I will play no more tonight; CHA My mind's not on't, you are too hard for me. Nor fhall not, when my fancy's on my play. Re-enter Lovell. Now, Lovell, from the Queen, what's the news? Broken with the king.] They have broken filence; told their minds to the King. Hh 4 King. King. What fay'st thou! ha! To pray for her! what, is the crying out? Lov. So faid her woman, and that her fuffrance made Almoft each pang a death. King. Alas, good lady! Suf. God fafely quit her of her burden, and King. 'Tis midnight, Charles; Pr'ythee, to bed; and in thy pray'rs remember Suf. I with your Highness A quiet night, and my good mistress will Remember in my prayers, King. Charles, a good night. Enter Sir Anthony Denny. Well, Sir, what follows? [Exit Suffolk. Denny. Sir, I have brought my Lord the Arch bishop, As you commanded me, King. Ha, Canterbury? Denny. He attends your Highness' pleasure. Denny. Yea, my good Lord, King. 'Tis true Where is he, Denny? King. Bring him to us. [Exit Denny. I am happily come hither, [Afide, Lov. This is about that, which the Bishop spake; Enter Cranmer and Denny, King. Avoid the Gallery. Ha! I have faidWhat! [Lovell feemeth to stay. -be gone. [Exeunt Lovell and Denny. SCENE Cran. I am fearful. Wherefore frowns he thus ? 'Tis his afpect of terror. All's not well. King. How now, my Lord? you do defire to know, Wherefore I fent for you. Cran. [kneeling.] It is my duty My good and gracious Lord of Canterbury. I have, and most unwillingly, of late Cran. [Kneeling.] I humbly thank your Highness, There's none stands under more calumnious tongues Than I myself, poor man. King. Stand up, good Canterbury; 6 -You a brother of us.] You being one of the council, it is neceffary to imprifon you, that the witneffes against you may not be deterr'd. Thy Thy truth and thy integrity is rooted In us, thy friend. Give me thy hand, stand up; Pr'ythee, let's walk. [Cranmer rifes.] Now, by my holy dame, What manner of man are you? my Lord, I look'd, Cran. Moft dread Liege, *The good I ftand on is my truth and honesty: Will triumph o'er my perfon, which I weigh not, King. Know you not How your ftate ftands i'th' world, with the whole world? Cran. God and your Majefty Protect mine innocence, or I fall into King. Be of good cheer; *The good I ftand on.] Though grod may be taken for advantage or fuperiority, or any thing which than we give way to. may help or fupport, yet it would, I think, be more natural to fay, The ground Iftand on. |