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The model of our chaste loves, his young And able means, we had not parted thus. (lord, daughter :
These are the whole contents :- And, good my The dews of heaven fall thick in blessings on her!— By that you love the dearest in this world, Beseeching him, to give ber virtuous breeding; As you wish Christian peace to souls departed, (She is young, and of a noble modest nature; Stand these poor people's friend, and urge the king I hope, she will deserve well ;) and a little To do me this last right. To love her for her mother's suke, that lov'd him, Cap. By heaven, I will ; Heaven knows how dearly. My next poor Or let me lose the fashion of a man! petition
Kath. I thank you, honest lord. Remember Is, that his noble grace would have some pity In all humility unto his highness :
[me Upon my wretched women, that so long Say, his long trouble now is passing Have follow'd both my fortunes faithfully; Out of this world : tell him, in death bless'd Of which there is not one, I dare avow,
him, (And now I should not lic,) but will deserve, For so I will.- Mine eyes grow dim.- Farewell, For virtue, and true beauty of the soul,
My lord. -Griffith, farewell.-Nay, Patience, For honesty, and decent carriage,
You must not leave me yet. I must to bed ; A right good husband, let him be a noble; Call in more women.- When I am dead, good Land, sure, those men are bappy, that shall bare
Let me be us'd with honour; strew me over
Of mine own way; I know you wise, religious ;
Till Cranmer, Cromwell, her two bands, and she, Boy. It hath str
Sleep in their graves. Gar. These should be hours for necessities, Lov. Now, sir, you speak of two Not for delights; times to repair our nature The most remark'd i'the kingdom. As for With comforting repose, and not for us
Cromwell, To waste these times.-Good hour of night, sir Beside that of the jewel house, he's made master Whither so late?
[Thomas ! | O'the rolls, and the king's secretary : further, sir, Lov. Came you from the king, my lord ? Stands in the gap and trade of more preferznents,
Gar. I did, sir Thomas; and left him at With which the time will load bim: The archWith the duke of Suffolk.
(primero bishop Lov. I must to him, too,
Is the king's hand, and tongue; and who daro Before he go to bed. I'll take my leave.
speak Gar. Not yet, sir. Thomas Lovell. What's the One syllable against him? matter?
Gar. Yes, yes, sir Thomas,
Incens'd the lords o'the council, that he is
That does infect theland: with which they moved, Lor. My lord, I love you;
Have broken with the king; who hath so far And durst commend a secret to your ear
Given car to our complaint (of his great grace Much weightier than this work. The queen's And princely care ; foreseeing those fell mischief in labour,
Our reasons laid before him,) he hath commanded, They say, in great extremity; and fear'd, To-morrow morning to the council-board She'll with the labour end.
He be convented. He's a rank weedl, sir Thomas, Gar. The fruit, she
Aud we must root him out. From your affairs I pray for heartily; that it may find
I hinder you too long : good night, sir Thomas. Good time, and live : but for the stock, sir Lov. Many good nights, my lord; I rest your I wish it grubb'd up now.
servant. (exeunt Gardiner and Page. Lov. Methinks, I could
As Lovell is going out, enter the King, and ti:c Cry the amen; and yet iny conscience says,
Duke of Suffolk. She's a good creature, and, sweet lady, does
K. Hen. Charles, I will play no more to-nights Deserves our better wishes.
My mind's not on't, you are too hard for me. Gar. But, sir, sir, —
Suff. Sir, I did never win of you before. Hear me, sir Thomas : You are a gentleman
ñ Hen. But, little Charles
Nor shall not, when my fancy's on the play.- | It fits we thus proceed, or else no witness
Cran. I humbly thank your highness;
(ness There's none stands under more calumnious K. Hen. What say'st thou ? ha?
Than I myself, poor man.
(tongues, To pray for her ? what, is she crying out?
K. Hen. Stand up, good Canterbury Lov. So said her woman ; and that her suffer- Thy truth, and thy integrity, is rooted ance made
In us, thy friend : Give me thy hand, stand up : Almost each pang a death.
Pr'ythee, let's walk. Now, by my holy-dame, K. Hen. Alas, good lady!
What manner of man are you? My lord, I look'u Suff. God quit her safely of her burden, and You would have given me your petition, that With gentle travail, to the gladding of
I should have ta'en some pains to bring together Your highness with an heir ! -!
Yourself and your accusers; and to have heard K. Hen. 'Tis midnight, Charles,
Without indurance further.
[you Pr'ythee to bed ; and in thy prayers remember Cran. Most dread liege, The estate of my poor queen. Leave me alone; The good I stand on is my truth and honesty ; For I must think of that, which company
If they shall fail, I, with mine enemies, Will not be friendly to.
Will triumph o'er my person; which I weigh not, Sutt. I wish your highness,
Being of those virtues vacant. I fear nothing quitt night, and my good mistress will
What can be said against me. Rengember in my prayers.
K. Hen. Know you not how K. Hen. Charles, good night.-[exit Suffolk. Your state stands i'the world, with the whole Enter Sir Anthony Denny.
world? Well, sir, what follows ?
[bishop, Must bear the same proportion : and not ever K. Hen. Ha! Canterbury ?
The justice and the truth o' the question carries Den. Ay, my good lord.
The due o'the verdict with it: at what ease K. Hen. 'Tis true: where is he, Denny
Might corrupt minds procure knaves as corrupt Den. He attends your highness' pleasure. To swear against you ? such things have been done. K. Hen. Bring him to us. [exit Denny. You are potently opposed ; and with a malice
Lov. This is about that which the bishop spake: Of as great size. Ween you of better luck, I am happily come hither.
[aside. I mean, in perjur'd witness, than your master, Re-enter Denny with Cranmer.
Whose minister you are, whiles here he liv'd K. Hen. Avoid the gallery.
Upon this naughty earth ? Go to, go to;
(Lovell seems to stay. You take a precipice for no leap of danger, Ha !—I have said.-Begone.
And woo your own destruction. What !
[exeunt Lovell and Denny. Cran. God, and your majesty, Cran. I am fearful :- Wherefore frowns he | Protect mine innocence, or I fall into thus?
The trap, is laid for me ! 'Tis his aspect of terror. All's not well.
K. Hen. Be of good cheer ; K. IIen. How now, my lord ? You do desire They shall no more prevail than we give way to. Wherefore I sent for you?
[to know Keep comfort to you ; and this morning see Cran. It is my duty
You do appear before them; if they shall chance, To attend your highness' pleasure.
In charging you with matters, to commit you, K. Hen. 'Pray you, arise,
The best persuasions to the contrary
Fail not to use, and with what vehemency
Deliver them, and your appeal to us
(mother! I have, and most unwillingly of late
He's honest, on mine honour.
God's blest Heard many grievous, I do say, my lord,
I swear he is true-hearted ; and a soul Grievous complaints of you ; which, being con- None better in my kingdom.—Get yon gone, sider'd
And do as I have bid you.—[exit Cranmer.] He Have mov'd us and our council, that you shall
has strangled This morning come before us; where, I know, His language in his tears. You cannot with such freedom purge yourself,
Enter an old Lady. But that, till further trial, in those charges,
Gent. [within.] Come back ; what mean you ; Which will require your answer, you must take Lady. I'll not come back : the tidings that I Your patience to you, and be well contented [us bring,
angels To make your house our Tower : you a brother of Will make my boldness manners.--Now, good
Mlg o'er thy royal head, and shade thy person They had parted so much honesty among thesa, Under their blessed wings!
(At least, good manners,) as not thus to suffer K. Hen. Now, by thy looks
A man of his place, and so near our favour, I guess thy message. Is the queen deliver'd To dance attendance on their lordships' pleasures. Say, ay; and of a boy.
And at the door, too, like a post with packets Lady. Ay, ay, my liege;
By holy Mary, Butts, there's knavery: And of a lovely boy: the God of heaven
Let them alone, and draw the curtain close; Both now and ever bless her !-'tis a girl, We shall hear more anon.
[ereunt. Promises boys, hereafter. Sir, your queen Desires your visitation, and to be
Enter the Lord Chancellor, the Duke of Suffolk, Acquainted with this stranger ; 'tis as like you, Earl of Surrey, Lord Chamberlain, Gardiner, As cherry is to cherry.
and Cromwell. The Chancellor places himself K. Hen. Lovell,
at the upper end of the table on the left hand; Enter Lovell.
a seat being left void above him, as for the ArchLov. Sir.
bishop of Canterbury. The rest seat themselves K. Hen. Give her an hundred marks.
in order on each side. Cromwell, at the lower
[erit King. end, as Secretary. Lady. An hundred marks! By this light, I'll Chan. Speak to the business, master secretary: have more.
Why are ve met in council ? An ordinary groom is for such payment.
Crom. Please your honours, I will have more, or scold it out of him.
The chief cause concerns his grace of Canterbury. Said I for this, the girl is like to him?
Gar. Has he had knowledge of it?
D. Keep. My lord archbishop ; Cran. I hope I am not too late; and yet the And has done half an hour, to know your pleagentleman,
Chan. Let him come in.
[sures That was sent to me from the council, pray'd me D. Keep. Your grace may enter now. To make great haste. All fast? what means
[ Cranmer approaches the council-table. this?_Hoa!
Chan. My good lord archbishop, I am very sorry Who waits there?-Sure, you know me? To sit here at this present, and behold D. Keep. Yes, my lord ;
That chair stand empty.; but we all are men, But yet I cannot help you.
In our own natures frail ; and capablo Cran. Why?
(called for. Of our flesh, few are angels: out of which frailty, D. Keep. Your grace must wait till you be And want of wisdom, you, that best should teach Enter Doctor Butts.
Have misdemean'd yourself, and not a little, [us, Cran. So.
Toward the king first, then his laws, in filling Butts. This is a piece of malice. I am glad, The whole realm, by your teaching, and your I came this way so happily : the king
chaplains, Shall understand it preseptly. [erit Butts. (For so we are inform'd,) with new opinions, Cran. [uside.] 'Tis Butts,
Divers, and dangerous ; which are heresies, The king's physician; as he past along,
And, not reformid, may prove pernicious. How earnestly he cast his eyes upon me! (tain, Gar. Which refurmation must be sudden too, Pray heaven, he sound not my disgrace! For cer- My noble lords: for those, that tame wild horses This is of purpose laid, by some that hate me, Pace them not in their hands to make them gen (God turn their hearts ! I never sought their tle;
[spur them, malice,)
(make me But stop their mouths with stubborn bits, and To quench mine honour: they would shame to Till they obey the manage. If we suffer Wait else at door; a fellow counsellor, (sures (Out of our easiness, and childish pity Among boys, grooms, and lackeys. But their plea- To one man's honour) this contagious sickness, Must be fulfill’d, and I attend with patience. Farewell, all physic: and what follows then? Enter, at a window above, the King and Butts. Commotions, uproars, with a general taint Butts. I'll show your grace the strangest sight,- of the whole state: as of late days, our neighK. Hen. What's that, Butts ?
[day. The upper Germany, can dearly witness, [bours, Butts. I think, your bighness saw this many a Yet freshly pitied in our memories. K. Hen. Body o’me, where is it?
Cran. My good lords, hitherto, in all the proButts. There, my lord :
Both of my life and office, I have labour'd, [greso The high promotion of his grace of Canterbury; And with no little study, that my teaching, Who holis his state at door, 'mongst pursuivants, And the strong course of my authority, Pages, and footboys.
Might go one way, and safely; and the end K. Hen. Ha! 'Tis he, indeed :
Was ever, to do well: nor is there living JE this the honour they do one another ?
(I speak it with a single heart, my lords,) Tis well, there's one above them yet. I had A man that more detests, more stirs against, thought,
Both in his private conscience, and his pleos,
Defacers of a public peace, than I do.
Would you expect? You are strangely trouble
And see him safe in the Tower.
Cran. Stay, good my lords, Tbat cannot be ; you are a counsellor,
I have a little yet to say. Look there, my lorde; And, by that virtue, no man dare accuse you. By virtue of that ring, I take my cause Gar. My lord, because we have business of Out of the gripes of cruel men, and give it more moment,
(pleasure, To a most noble judge, the king my master. We will be short with you. 'Tis bis highuess'
Cham. This is the king's ring. And our consent, for better trial of you,
Surrey. 'Tis no counterfeit.
[al, From bence yon be committed to the Tower; Suf. 'Tis the right ring, by heaven : I told ye Where, being but a private man a gain,
When we first put this daugerous stone a rolling,
Cran. Ah, my good lord of Winchester, I thank The king will suffer but the little finger
How much more is bis life in value with him ? 'Tis my undoing: love, and meekness, lord, Would I were fairly out on't. Become a churcbman better tban ambition;
Crom. My mind gave me, Win straying souls with modesty again,
In seeking tales, and informations, Cast none away.
That I shall clear myself, Against this man, (whose honesty the devil Lay all the weight ye can upon my patience, And his disciples only envy at,) I make as little doubt, as you do conscience, Ye blew the fire that burns ye: Now have at ye. In doing daily wl'ongs.
I could say more, Enter the King, frowning on them ; takes his seat. But reverence to your calling makes me modest. Gar. Dread sovereign, bow much Gar. My lord, my lord, you are a sectary,
bound to heaven That's the plain truth; your painted gloss dis- In daily thanks, that gave us such a prince ; cover's,
Not only good and wise, but most religious : To men that understand you, words and weakness. One that, in all obedience, makes the church
Crom. My lord of Winchester, you are a little, The chief aim of his honour; and, to strengthen By your good favour, too sharp; men so noble, That holy duty, out of dear respect, However faulty, yet should find respect
His royal self in judgment comes to hear For what they have been : 'tis a cruelty,
The cause betwixt her and this great offender! To load a falling man.
K. Hen. You were ever good at sudden corGar. Good master secretary,
mendations, I cry your honour mercy: you may, worst Bishop of Winchester. But know, I come not Of all this table, say 80.
To hear such fattery now, and in my presence ; Crom. Wby, my lord ?
They are too thin and base to hide offences. Gar. Do not I know you for a favourer To me you cannot reach, you play the spaniel, Of this new sect? ye are not sound.
And think with wagging of your tongue to win me; Crom. Not sound ?
But, wbatsve'er thou tak'st me for, I am sure, Gar. Not sound,
Thou hast a cruel nature, and a bloody:-
Now let Men's prayers then would seek you, not their fears. me see the proudest
Gar. I shall remember this bold language. He, that dares most, but wag bis finger at thec; Crom. Do.
By all that's holy, lice had better starve, Remember your bold life too.
Than but once think his place becomes thee not Chan. This is too much ;
Surrey. May it please your grace, Forbear, for shame, my lords.
K. Hen. No, sir, it does not please mc.
[ing Gar. I have done.
I had thought, I had had men of some understand. Crom. And I.
(agreed, And wisdom, of my council; but I find uone, Chan. Then thus for you, my lord.— It stands Was it discretion, lords, to let this man, I take it, by all voices, that forth with
This good man, (few of you deserve that title) You be convey'd to the Tower a prisoner; This honest man, wait like a lousy fuotboy There to remain, till the king's further pleasure At cbamber-door ? and one as great as you are ? Be known unto us : are you all agreed, lords? Why, what a shame was this? Did inycommission All. We are.
Bid ye so far forget yourselves ? ) gave yo Cran. Is there no other way of mercy,
Power, as he was a counsellor to try bim, But I must needs to the Tower, my lords? Not as a groom : there's some of ye,
I 8CE, Chur. Wbat other
More out of malice than integrity,
Would try him to the utmost, had ye mean; Man. Alas, I know not ; how gets the tide in? Which ye shall never have, while I live.
As much as one sound cudgel of four foot Chan. Thus far,
(You see the poor remainder) could distribute, My most dread sovereign, may it like your grace I made no spare, sir. To let my tongue excuse all. What was purpos'd Port. You did nothing, sir. Concerning his imprisonment, was rather
Man. I am not Samson, nor sir Guy, nox (If there be faith in men) meant for his trial, Colbrand, to mow them down before me: but, And fair purgation to the world, than malice; if I spared any, that had a head, to hit, either I am sure, in me.
young or old, he or she, cuckold or cuckold-maker, K. Hen. Well, well, my lords, respect him ; let me never hope to see a chine again ; and that Take him, and use him well, he's worthy of it. I would not for a cow, God save her. I will say thus much for him, If a prince
(Within.) Do you hear, master porter ? May be bebolden to a subject, I
Port. I shall be with you presently, good Am, for his love and service, so to him,
master puppy.--Keep the door close, sirrah. Make me no more ado, but all embrace him; Man. What would you have me do ? Be friends, for shame, my lords.--My lord of Port. What should you do, but knock them Canterbury,
down by the dozens? Is this Mvorfields to muster I have a suit, which you must not deny me; in? or have we some strange Indian with the That is, a fair young maid, that yet wants baptism, great tool come to court, the wornen so besiege us ? You must be godfather, and answer for her. Bless me, what a fry of fornication is at door! Cran. The greatest monarch now alive may On my Christian conscience, this one christening glory
will beget a thousand ; here will be father, godIn such an honour ; how may I deserve it, father, and all together. That am a poor and humble subject to you? Man. The spoons will be the bigger, sir. There K. Hen. Come, come, my lord, you'd spare is a fellow somewhat near the door, he should be your spoons ; you shall have
a brazier by his face, for, o'my conscience, twenty Two noble partners with you ; the old duchess of the dog-days now reign in's nose; all that of Norfolk,
stand about him are under the line, they need no And lady marquis Dorset ; will these please you? other penance: that fire-drake did I hit three Once more, my lord of Winchester, I charge you,
times on the head, and three times was his noso Embrace, and love this man.
discharged against me: he stands there, like a Gar. With a true heart,
mortar-piece, to blow us. There was a baberAnd brother-love, I do it.
dasher's wife of small wit near him, that failed Cran. And let heaven
upon me till her pinked porringer fell off her Witness, how dear I hold this confirmation. head, for kindling such a combustion in the state. K. Hen. Good man, those joyful tears show I missed the meteor once, and hit that woman, thy true heart.
who cried out, clubs / when I might see from The common voice, I see is verified [hury far some forty truncheoneers draw to her succour, Of thee, which says thus, Do my lord of Canter- which were the hope of the Strand, where she A shrewd turn, and he is your friend for ever.— was quartered. They fell on; I made good my Come, lords, we trifle time away ; I long place; at length they came to the broom-staff To have this young one made a Christian.
I defied them still; when suddenly a As I have made ye one, lords, one remain ; file of boys behind them, loose shot, delivered such So I grow stronger, you more honour gain. [ex. a shower of pebbles, that I was fain to draw SCENE III. THE PALACE YARD.
mine honour in, and let them win the work: the Noise and tumult within. Enter Porter, and his devil was among them, I think, surely. Mun.
Port. These are the youths that thunder at a Port. You'll leave your noise anon, ye rascals; play-bouse, and fight for bitten apples; that do do you take the court for Paris-garden ? ye rude audience, but the Tribulation of Tower-bill, or slaves, leave your gaping.
the limbs of Limehouse, their dear brothers, are ( Within.] Good master porter, I belong to the able to endure. I have some of them in limbo pa. larder.
trum, and there they are like to dance these three Port. Belong to the gallows, and be hanged, days ; besides the running banquet of two beadles, you rogue : is this a place to roar in ?- Fetch me that is to come. a dozen crab-tree staves, and strong ones; these
Enter the Lord Chamberlain. are but switches to them. I'll scratch your Cham. Mercy o'me, what a multitude are here! beads: you must be seeing christening? Do you They grow still too, from all parts are they coming, look for ale and cakes here, you rude rascals? As if we kept a fair here! Where are these porters, Man. Pray, sir, be patient; 'tis as much in possi. These lazy knaves ? Ye have made a fine hand, ble
fellows. (Unless we sweep them from the door with There's a trim rabble let in : are all these cannons)
Your faithful friends o'the suburbs? We shall T'o scatter them, as 'tis to make them sleep
have On May-day morning; which will never be: Great store of room, no doubt, left for the ladies, We may as well pusb against Paul's, as stir them. When they pass back from the christening. Port. How got they in, and be bang'd ?
Port. An't please your honour,