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Gard. Yes, yes, Sir Thomas,
There are that dare ; and I my self have ventur’d
To speak my Mind of him; and indeed this Day,
Sir, I may tell it you, I think I have
Incens'd the Lords of the Council, that he is,
(For fo I know he is, they know he is)
A most Arch-heretick, a Pestilence
That does infect the Land; with which they mov'd,
Have broken with the King, who hath so far
Given ear to our Complaint, of his great Grace
And Princely Care, foreseeing those fell Mischiefs
Our Reasons laid before him, hath commanded
To Morrow morning to the Council Board
He be Convented. He's a rank Weed, Sir Thomas,
And we must root him out. From your Affairs
I hinder you too long: Good Night, Sir Thomas.

[Exeunt Gardiner and Page. Lov. Many good Nights, my Lord, I rest your

Servant.
Enter King and Suffolk.
King. Charles, I will play no more to Night,
My Mind's not on't, you are too hard for me.

Suf. Sir, I did never win of
King. But little, Charles,
Nor ihall not, when my Fancy's on my Play.
Now, Lovel, from the Queen what is the News?

Lov. I could not personally deliver to her
What you commanded me, but by her Woman
I sent your Message, who return'd her Thanks
In the greatest humbleness, and desir’d your Highness
Most heartily to pray for her.
King. What say'st thou? Ha!

pray for her!'What! is The crying out?

Lov. So said her Woman, and that her fuffrance made
Almost each pang a death.

King. Alas, good Lady.
Suf. God safely quit her of her Burthen, 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
Th'estate of my poor Queen. Leave me alone,

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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 my Chaff
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 thy Integrity is rooted
In us, thy Friend. Give me thy hand, stand

up,
Prithee lee's walk. Now, by my holy Dame,
What manner of Man are you? My Lord, I look'd
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. Molt 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 Practices
Must bear the same proportion; and not ever
The Justice and the Truth o'th' question carries
The due o'th' Verdiet 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 size. 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 Preckpice for no leap of danger,
And woo your own Destruction.
VOL. IV.

S

Cyan.

[Exit Cranmer.

Cran. God and your Majesty Prote& mine Innocence, or í fall into The Trap is laid for me.

King. Be of good Cheer,
They shall 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.
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 guels 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 ; 'tis as like you,
As Cherry is to Cherry.

King. Lovell.
Lov. Sir
King. Give her an hundred Marks.
I'll to the Queen.

[Exit King

• Ladyo

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 elfe unsay't : and now, while 'tis hot, I'll put it to the issue.

[Exit Lady.

SCENE II.

Enter Cranmer.

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?

Enter Keeper.
Keep. Yes, my Lord;
But yet I cannot help you.

Cran. Why?
Keep. Your Grace must wait 'eill you be call'd for.

Enter Doctor Butts.
Cran. So.

Butts. This is a piece of Malice: I am glad
I came this way so haply: The 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 3
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 fame 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 lighta... King. What's that, Butts ?

Sa

Butts.

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