Gard. Yes, yes, Sir Thomas, There are that dare; and I my felf have ventur'd Incens'd the Lords of the Council, that he is, A moft Arch-heretick, a Peftilence That does infect the Land; with which they mov'd, [Exeunt Gardiner and Page. Lov. Many good Nights, my Lord, I reft your Servant. Enter King and Suffolk. King. Charles, I will play no more to Night, Nor fhall not, when my Fancy's on my Play. King. What fay'ft thou! Ha! To pray for her! What! is fhe 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 Burthern, and With gentle Travel, to the gladding of Your Highness with an Heir. King. 'Tis midnight, Charles, Prithee to Bed, and in thy Prayers remember For For I muft think of that, which Company. Suf. I with your Highness A quiet Night, and my good Mistress will King. Charles, Good Night: Well, Sir, what follows? Enter Sir Anthony Denny. [Exit Suffolk. 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? Lov. This is about that which the Bishop spake, I am happily come hither. Exit Denny. [Afide. King. Avoid the Gallery. [Lovel feemeth to fray. Enter Cranmer and Denny.. Ha!I have faid-be gone. [Exeunt Lovel and Denny. 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. It is my Duty T'attend your Highnefs pleasure. King. Pray you arise. My good and gracious Lord of Canterbury: Come, come, give me your Hand. Ah my good Lord, I grieve at what I speak, Which will require your Anfwer, you must take To make your Houfe our Tower; you, a Brother of us. Cran. I humbly thank your Highness, Chaff And am right glad to catch this good occafion, King. Stand up, good Canterbury; Thy Truth and thy Integrity is rooted In us, thy Friend. Give me thy hand, ftand up, Cran. Moft dread Liege, The Good I ftand on, is my Truth and Honesty: Will triumph o'er my Perfon; which I weigh not, What can be faid against me. King. Know you not How your State stands i'th' World, with the whole World? VOL. IV. S Crana Cran. God and your Majefty Prote& mine Innocence, or I fall into The Trap is laid for me. King. Be of good Cheer, They shall no more prevail, than we give way to: Fail not to ule; and with what vehemency There make before them. Look, the good Man weeps: None better in my Kingdom. Get you gone, [Exit Cranmer. He has ftrangled all his Language in his Tears Gent. within. Come back; what mean you? King. Now by thy Looks I guels thy Meffage. Say, Ay, and of a Boye Is the Queen deliver❜d? Lady. Ay, ay, my Liege; And of a lovely Boy; the God of Heav'n Acquainted with this Stranger; 'tis as like you, King. Lovell. Lov. Sir. King. Give her an hundred Marks. I'll to the Queen. [Exit King. Lady Lady. An hundred Marks! By this Light, I'll haʼ more. An ordinary Groom is for fuch Payment. I will have more, or fcold it out of him. Said I for this, the Girl was like to him? I'll Have more, or else unfay't: and now, while 'tis hot, SCENE II. Enter Crammer. [Exit Lady. Cran. I hope I am not too late, and yet the Gentleman That was fent to me from the Council, pray'd me To make great hafte. All faft? What means this? Hoa? Who waits there? Sure you know me? Cran. Why? Keep. Your Grace muft wait 'till you be call'd for. Cran. So. Enter Doctor Butts. Butts. This is a piece of Malice: I am glad I came this way fo haply. The King Cran. 'Tis Butts, [Exit Butts. for certain The King's Phyfician, as he paft along, '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. S 2 |