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In a rich chair of state, opposing freely

The beauty of her person to the people. A lively flourish of Trumpets ; then, enter Believe me, sir, she is the goodliest woman 1 Two Judges.

That ever lay by man: which when the people 2. Lord Chancellor, with the purse and mace be- Had the full view of, such a noise arose fore him.

As the shrouds make at sea in a stiff tempest, 3. Choristers singing.

(Musick. As loud, and to as many tunes: hats, cloaks, 4. Mayor of London, bearing the mace. Then (Donblets, I think,) Hlew up; and had their faces

Garier, in his coat of arms, and on his Been loose, this day they had been lost. Such joy head a gilt copper crown.

I never saw before. Great-bellied women, 6. Marquis Dorset, bearing a sceptre of Gold, That had not half a week to go, like rams

on his head a demi-coronal of gold. In the old time of war, would shake the press,
With him, the Earl of Surrey, bearing and make them reel before them. No man living
the rod of silver with the dove, crowned Could say, This is my wife, there; all were wo-
with an earl's coronet. Collars of SS.
So strangely in one piece

{ven 6. Duke of Suffolk, in his robe of estate, his co- 2 Gent

But, pray, what follow'd ? ronet on his head, bearing a long white 3 Gent. At length her grace rose, and with wand, as high-steward. With him, the modest paces Duke' of Norfolk, with the rod of mar. Came to the altar; where she kneel'd, and, saintshalship, a coronet on his head. Collars

like, of ss.

Cast her fair eyes to heaven, and pray'd devoutly, 7. A Canopy borne by four of the Cinque-ports; Then rose again, and bow'd her to the people :

under it, the Queen in her robe; in her when by the archbishop of Canterbury
hair richly adorned with pearl, crowned. She had all the royal makings of a queen;
On each side of her, the Bishops of Lon. As holy oil, Edward Confessor's crown,
don and Winchester.

The rod, and bird of peace, and all such emblems 8. The old Duchess of Norfolk, in a coronal Laid nobly on her; which perform'd, the choir,

of gold, wrought with flowers, bearing the With all the choicest musick of the kingdom, Queen's train.

Together sung Te Deum. So she parted, 9. Certain Ladies or Countesses, with plain And with the same full state pac'd back again,

circlets of gold without flowers. To York Place, where the feast is held. 2 Gent. A royal train, believe me. These 1 i Gent.

Sir, you know;

Must no more call it York Place, that is past : Who's that, that bears the sceptre ?

For, since the cardinal fell, that title's lost; 1 Gent.

Marquis Dorset : 'Tis now the king's, and call'd-Whitehall. And that the earl of Surrey with the rod.

3 Gent.

I know it; 2 Gent. A bold brave gentleman: And that But 'tis so lately altered, that the old name should be

Is fresh about me. The duke of Suffolk.

2 Gent.

What two reverend bishops 1 Gent.

'Tis the same; high steward. Were those that went on each side of the queen? 2 Gent. And that my lord of Norfolk ?

3 Gent. Stokesly and Gardiner; the one, of 1 Gent.

Yes. Winchester 2 Gent.

Heaven bless thee; (Newly preferrd from the king's secretary)

(Looking on the Queen. The other, London. Thou hast the sweetest face I ever look'd on. 2 Gent.

He of Winchester Sir, as I have a soul, she is an angel;

Is held no great good lover of the archbishop's, Our king has all the Indies in his arms,

The virtuous Cranmer. And more, and richer, when he strains that lady: 3 Gent.

All the land knows that: I cannot blame his conscience.

However, yet there's no great breach; when it 1 Gent

They, that bear

comes, The cloth of honour over her, are four barons Cranmer will find a friend will not sbrink from of the Cinque-ports. 2 Gent. Those men are happy; and so are all, 2 Gent. Who may that be, I pray you? are near her.

3 Gent

Thomas Cromwell: I take it, she that carries up the train,

A man in much esteem with the king, and truly Is that old noble lady, duchess of Norfolk. A worthy friend. - The king 1 Gent. It is; and all the rest are countesses. Has made him master o'the jewel-house, 2 Gent. Their coronets say so. These are stars And one, already, of the privy counci). indeed;

2 Gent. He will deserve more. And, sometimes, falling ones.

3 Gent.

Yes, without all doubt 1 Gent.

No more of that. Come, gentlemen, ye shall go my way, which [Exit Procession, with a great Is to the court, and there ye shall be my guests; flourish of Trumpets.

Something I can command. As I walk thither, Enter a third Gentleman.

l'll tell ye more.

Both. You may command us, sir. (Eseunt God save you, sir! Where have you been broil

SCENE II. Kimbolton. ing? 3 Gent. Among the crowd i'the abbey; where Enter Katharine, Dowager, sick; led between a finger

Griffith and Patience. Could not be wedg'd in more ; and I am stifled Grif. How does your grace ? With the mere rankness of their joy.


0, Griffith, sick to death. 2 Gent.

You saw My legs, like loaden branches, bow to the earth, The ceremony ?

Willing to leave their burden: Reach a chair;3 Gent. That I did.

So, now, methinks, I feel a little ease. 1 Gent. How was it? Didst thou not tell me, Griffith,

as thou led'st me, 3 Gent. Well worth the seeing.

That the great child of honour, cardinal Wolses 2 Gent.

Good sir, speak it to 18. Was dead ? 3 Gent. As well as I am able. The rich stream Grif. Yes, madam ; but, I think, your grace Of lords, and ladies, having brought the queen Out of the pain you suffer'd, gave no ear to'l To a prepar'd place in the choir, fell off Kath. Pr'ythee good Griffith,

tell me how be dieds A distance from her ; while her grace sat down If well, he stepp'd before me, happily, To rest a while some half an hour, or 60, For my example


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Well, the voice goes, madam: The vision. Enter, solemnly tripping one after For after the stout Earl Northumberland

another, sir Personages, clad in white robes, Arrested him at York, and brought hiin forward wearing on their heads garlands of boys, and (As a man sorely tainted) to his answer, golden

vizards on their faces ; branches of He fell sick suddenly, and grew so ill,

bays, or palm in their hands. They first con He could not sit his mule.

gee unto her, then dance; and at certain Kath.

Alas! poor man! changes, the first two hold a spare garland Grif. At last, with easy roads, he came to over her head; at which, the other four make Leicester,

reverend court'sies; then the two that held the Lodg'd in the Abbey; where the reverend abbot, garlanıl, deliver the same to the other next two, With all his convent, hononrably receiv'd him; who observe the same order in their changes, To whom he gave these words, -O father abboi, and holding the garland over her head : which An old man, broken with the storms of state, done, they deliver the same garland to the last Is come to lay his weary bones among ye ; tuo, who likewise observe the same order : at Give him a little earth for charity!

which (as it were by inspiration) she makes So went to bed : where eagerly his sickness in her sleep signs of rejoicing, and holdeth up Pursu'd him still; and, three nights after this, her hands to heaven; and so in their dancing About the hour of eighi, (which he himself they vanish, carrying the garland with them. Foretold, should be his last,) full of repentance,

The musick continues. Continual meditations, lears and sorrows, Kath. Spirits of peace, where are ye ? Are ye He gave his honours to the world again,

all gone? His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace. And leave me here in wretchedness behind ye? Kath. So may he rest; his faults lie gently on

Grif. Madam, we are here. him !


It is not you I call for : Yet thus far, Griffith, give me leave to speak him, Saw ye none enter, since I slept ? And yet with charity, -He was a man


None, madam. Of an unbounded stomach, ever ranking

Kaih. No ? Saw you not, even now, a blessed Himself with princes; one, that by suggestion

troop Ty'd all the kingdom : simony was fair play ; Invite me io a banquet; whose bright faces His own opinion was his law: l' the presence

Cast thousand beams upon me, like the sun ? He would say untiaths; and be ever double, They promisid me eternal happiness; Both in his words and meaning: He was never, And brought me garlands, Griffith, which I feel But where he meant to ruin, pitiful :

I am not worthy yet to wear: I shall, His promises were, as he then was, mighty ;

Assuredly. But his performance, as he is now, nothing. Grif. I am most joyful madam, such good or his own body he was ill, and gave

dreams The clergy ill example.

Possess your fancy.
Noble madam,


Bid the musick leave, Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues

They are harsh and heavy to me. (Musick ceascs. We write in water. May it please your highness Pat.

Do you note, To hear me speak his good now?

How much her grace is alter'd on the sudden ? Kath. Yes, good Griffith; How long her face is drawn? How pale

she looks, I were malicious else. Grif. This cardinal,

And of an earthly cold? Mark you her eyes?

Grif. She is going, wench; pray, pray. Though from an humble stock, undoubtedly


Heaven comfort her! Was fashion'd to much honour from his cradle. He was a scholar, and a ripe, and good one;

Enter a Messenger. Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading:

Mess. An't like your grace, Lofty, and sour, to them that lov'd him not; Kath.

You are a saucy fellow: But, to those men that sought him, sweet as sum. Deserve we no more reverence ? mer.


You are to blame, And though he were unsatisfied in getting, Knowing, she will not lose her wonted greatness,

(Which was a sin,) yet, in bestowing, madam,' To vse so rude behaviour: go to, kneel. He was most princely; Ever witness for him Mess. I humbly do entreal your highness' par. Those twins of learning, that he rais'd in you,

don; Ipswich, and Oxford! one of which fell with him, My haste made me unmannerly: There is staying Unwilling to outlive the good that did it; A gentleman, sent from the king, to see you. The other, though unfinish'd, yet so famous, Kath. Admit him entrance, Griffith : But this So excellent in art, and still so rising,

fellow That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue. Let me ne'er see again. His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him:

[Exeunt Griffith and Messenger. For theu, and not till then, he felt himself, And found the blessedness of being little :

Re-enter Griffith, with Capucius. Aud, to add greater honours to his age

If my sight fail not, Than man could give him, he died, fearing God. You should be lord ambassador from the emperor, Kath. After my denth I wish no other herald, My royal nephew, and your name Capucius. No other speaker of my living actions,

Cap. Madam, the same, your servant. To keep mine honour from corruption,


O my lord, But such an honest chronicler as Griffith. The times, and titles, now are alter'd strangely Whom I most hated living, thou hast made me, With me, since first you knew me. But, I pray With thy religious truth, and modesty,

you, Now in his ashes honour: Peace be with him !- What is your pleasure with me? Patience, he near me still; and set me lower :


Noble lady,
I have not long to trouble thee. --Good Griffith, Firsi, mine own service to your grace; the next,
Cause the musicians play me that sad pote The king's request that I would visit you;.
i nanu'd my knell, whilst 1 sit meditating Who grieves much for your weakness, and by me
On that celestial harmony I go to.

Sends you his princely commendations,
Sad and solemn musick.

And heartily entreats you take good comfort.

Kath. O, my good lord, that comfort comes too Grif. She is asleep: Good wench, let's sit down late; quiet,

"This like a pardon after execution : For fear we wake her ;-Softly, gentle Patience. That gentle physick, given in time, had cured me



But now I am past all comforts here, but prayers. Lov. Came you from the king, my lord ? How does his highness ?

Gar. I did, Sir Thomas; and left him at primero Cap.

Madam, in good health. With the duke of Suffolk. Kath. So may he ever dol and ever flourish, Lou.

I must to him too, When I shall dwell with worms, and my poor Before he go to bed. I'll take my leave.

Gar. No: yet, Sir Thomas Lovell. What's the Banish'd the kingdom !-Patience, is that letter, matter? I caus'd you write, yet sent away?

It seems, you are in haste : an if there be Pat.

No, madam. No great ofience belongs to't, give your friend

(Giving it to Katharine. Some touch of your late business : Affairs, that Kath. Sir, I most humbly pray you to deliver walk This to my lord the king.

(As they say, spirits do) at midnight, have Сар.

Most willing, madam. In them a wilder nature, than the business Kath. In which I have commended to his good. That seeks despatch by day. ness


My lord, I love you The model of our chaste loves, his young daugh. And durst commend a secret to your ear

Much weightier than this work. The queen's ia The dews of heaven fall thick in blessings on labour, her!

They say, in great extremity; and fear'd, Beseeching him, to give her virtuous breeding; She'll with the labour end. (She is young, and of a noble modest nature;


The fruit, she goes with, I hope, she will deserve well ;) and a little I pray for heartily; that it may find To love her for her mother's sake, that lov'd him, Good time, and live; but for the stock, Sir Heaven knows how dearly. My next poor peu

Thomas, tion

I wish it grubb'd up now. Is that his noble grace would have some pily Lov.

Methinks, I could Upon my wretched women, that so long Cry the amen ; and yet my conscience says Have follow'd both my fortunes faithfully; She's a good creature, and, sweet lady, does Of which there is not one, I dare avow,

Deserve our better wishes. (And now I should not lie,) but will deserve, Gar.

But, sir, sir,For virtue, and true beauty of the soul,

Hear me, Sir Thomas : You are a gentleman For honesty, and decent carriage,

Of mine own way; I know you wise, religious, A right good husband, let him be a noble; And, let me tell

you, it will ne'er be well,

And, sure, those men are happy that shall have "Twill not, Sir Thomas Lovell, take't of me, them.

Till Craumer, Cromwell, her two bands, and she, The last is, for my men: they are the poorest, Sleep in their graves. But poverty could never draw them from me ; Lov.

Now, sir, you speak of two, Thai they may have their wages duly paid them, The most remark'd i' the kingdom. As for And something over to remember me by;

Cromwell,If heaven had pleas'd to have given me longer life, Beside that of the jewel-house, he's made master And able means, we had not parted thus. O'the rolls, and the king's secretary : further, sir, These are the whole contents ;-And, good my Stands in the gap and trade of more preferments, lord,

With which the time will load him : The arcbBy that you love the dearest in this world,

bishop As you wish christian peace to souls departed, Is the king's hand and tongue; and who dare Stand these poor people's friend, and urge the speak king

One syllable against him? To do me this last right.

Yes, yes, Sir Thomas, Сар.

By heaven, I will; There are that dare : and I myself have ventur'd Or let me lose the fashion of a man!

To speak my mind of him : and, indeed, this day, Kath. I thank you, honest lord. Remeinber me Sir, (I may tell it you,) I think, I have In all humility unto his highness;

Incensed the lords o' the council, that he is Say, his long trouble now is passing

(For so I know he is, they know he is) Out of this world: tell him, in death I bless'd him, A most arch heretick, a pestilence For so I will.- Mine eyes grow diin.-Farewell, That does infect the land: with which they My lord.-Griffith, farewell.-Nay, Patience, moved, Yon must not leave me yet. I must to bed ; Have broken with the king; who hath so far Call in more women.-When I am dead, good Given ear to our complaint (of his great grace Wench,

And princely care : foreseeing those fell mischiels Let me be usd with honour; strew me over Our reasons laid before him,) he hath conWith maiden Aowers, that all the world may manded know

To-morrow morning to the council board I was a chaste wife to my grave: embalm me, He be convented He's a rank weed, Sir Thomas, Then lay me forth; although unqueen'd, yet like And we must root him out. From your affairs A queen, and daughter to a king, inter me. I hinder you too long good night. Sir Thomas. I can no more. [ Exeunt, leading Katharine. Lov. Many good nights, my lord; 1 rest you

servant. [Ereunt Gardiner and Page. ACT V.

As Lovell is going out, enter the King, and the

Duke of Suffolk. SCENE I. A Gallery in the Palace. Enter Gardiner, Bishop of Winchester, a Page My mind's not on't, you are too hard for me.

K. Hen. Charles, I will play no more to-night; with a Torch before him, mel by Sir Thomas Suff. Sir, I did never win of you before. Lovell.

KHen. But little, Charles; Gar. It's one o'clock, boy, is't not ?

Nor shall not, when my fancy'son my play.Boy.

It hath struck. Now, Lovell, from the queen what is the news 1 Gar. These should be hours for necessities, Lov. I could not personally deliver to her Not for delights: times to repair our nature What you commanded me, but by her woman With comforting repose, and not for us I sent your message; who return'd her thanks To waste these times.-Good hour of night, Sir In the greatest humbleness, and desir'd your Thomas !

highness Whither so late ?

Most heartily to pray for her



K. Hen.

What say'st thou ? ha!, I should have ta'en some pains to bring together Co pray for her ? what, is she crying out? Yourself and your accusers; and to have heard Lov. So said her womad; and that her suffer

you ance made

Without indurance, further. Almost each pang a death.


Most dread liege, K. Hen.

Alas, good lady! The good I stand on is my truth, and honesty i Suff. God safely quit her of her burden, and If they shall fail, I, with mine enemies, With gentle travail, to the gladding of Will triumph o'er my person; which I weigh not, Your highness with an heir!

Being of those viriues vacant. I fear nothing K. Hen.

"Tis midnight, Charles, What can be said against me. Pr'ythee, to bed ; and in thy prayers remember K. Hen.

Know you not how Thé estate of my poor queen. Leave me alone; Your state stands i' the world, with the whole For I must think of that, which company

world? Would not be friendly to.

Your enemies are many, and not small; their Suff I wish yonr highness

practices A quiet night, and my good mistress will Must hear the same proportion; and not ever Remember in my prayers.

The justice and the truth of the question carries K. Hen.

Charles, good night. The due o the verdict with it: At what ease

(Exit Suffolk. Might corrupt minds procure knaves as corrupt Enter Sir Anthony Denny.

To swear against you ? such things have been

done. Well, sir, what follows?

You are potently opposed; and with a malice Den. Sir, I have brought my lord the arch. Of as great size. bishop,

I mean, in perjur'd witness, than your master As you commanded me.

Whose minister you are, whiles here he liv'd K. Hen.

Ha! Canterbury ? Upon this naughty earth? Go to, go to; Den. Ay, my good lord.

You take a precipice for no leap of danger, K. Hen. Tis true : Where is he, Denny? And woo your own destruction. Den. He attends your highness' pleasure.


God, and your majesty, K. Hen.

Bring him to us. Protect mine innocence, or I fall into

Exit Denny. The trap is laid for me! Loo. This is about that which the bishop spake: K. Alen.

Be of good cheer ; I am happily come hither.

[Aside. They shall no more prevail, than we give way to.

Keep comfort to you, and this morning see Re-enter Denny, with Cranmer.

You do appear before them; if they shall chance, K. Hen.

Avoid the gallery. In charging you with matters, to commit you,

(Lovell seems to stay. The best persuasions to the contrary Ha !- I have said.-Be gone.

Fail not to use, and with what vehemency What!

(Ereunt Lovell and Denny. The occasion shall instruct you: if entreaties Cran. I am fearful :- Wherefore frowns he will render you no remedy, this ring thus ?

Deliver theni, and your appeal to us "Tis his aspect of terror. All's not well. There make before them.-Look, the good man K. Hen. How now, my lord? You do desire

weeps! to know

He's honest on mine honour God's blest moWherefore I sent for you.

ther! Cran.

It is my duty I swear, he is true hearted: and a soul To wait your highness' pleasure.

None better in my kingdom.-Get you gone, K. Hen.

"Pray you, arise, And do as I have bid you.-[Exit Cranmer.) My good and gracious lord of Canterbury.

He has strangled Come, you and I must walk a turn together; His language in his tears. I have news to tell you : Come, come, give me your hand.

Enter an old Lady. Ah, my good lord, I grieve at what I speak, Gent. [Within. ] Come back; what mean you

? And am right sorry to repeat what follows: Lady. I'll not come back; the tidings that I I have, and most unwillingly, of late

bring Heard many grievous, I do say, my lord, Will make my boldness manners.--Now, good Grievous complaints of you; which, being con

angels sider'd,

Fly o'er thy royal head, and shade thy person Have mov'd us and our council, that you shall Under their blessed wings ! This morning come before us; where, I know, K. Hen.

Now, by thy looks You cannot with such freedom prirge yourself, I guess thy message. Is the queen deliver'd ? But that, till further trial, in those charges Say, ay; aud of a boy. Which will require your answer, you must take Lady

Ay, ay, my liege;
Your patience to yon, and be well contented And of a lovely boy: The God of heaven
To make your house our Tower; You a brother Both now and ever bless her !—'tis a girl,

Promises boys hereafter. Sir, your queen
It fits we thus proceed, or else no witness Desires your visitation, and to be
Would come against yon.

Acquainted with this stranger; 'tis as like you,
Cran. I humbly thank your highness: As cherry is to cherry.
And am right glad to catch this guod occasion K. Her

Most thoroughly to be winnow'd, where my chaff
And corn shall fly asunder : for, I know,

Enter Lovell.
There's none stands under more calumnious Lov.

Sir. tongues,

K. Hen. Give her an hundred marks. 1'11 to Than I myself, poor man.

(Exit King: K. Hen.

Stand up, good Canterbury; Lady. An hundred marks! By this light I'll Thy truth, and thy integrity, is rooted

have more. In us, thy friend : Give me thy hand, stand up; An ordinary groom is for such payment. Pr'ythee, let's walk. Now, by my holy dame, I will have more, or scold it out of him. What manner of man are you? My lord, 1 Said I for this, the girl is like to him? look'd

I will have more, or else unsay't: and now You would have given me your petition, that While it is hot, I'll put it to the issue. (Eseunt

of us,

the queen.

SCENE N. Lobby before the Council Chamber. Chan. Let him come in.

D. Keep. Your grace may enter now. Enter Cranmer; Servants, Doorkeeper, &c.

(Cranmer approaches the Council-table. attending.

Chan. My good lord archbishop, I am very Cran. I hope, I am not too late ; and yet the sorry gentleman,

To sit here at this present, and behold That was sent to me from the council, pray'd me That chair stand empty: But we all are men, To niake great haste. All fast ? what means in our own natures frail, and capable this ?-Hoa !

of our flesh, few are angels: out of which frailty, Who waits there ?-Sure you know me ? And want of wisdom, you, that best should D. Keep

Yes, my lord;

teach us, But yet I cannot help you.

Have misdemean'd yourself, and not a little, Cran.


Toward the king first, then his laws, in filling D. Keep. Your grace must wait till you be The whole realm, by your teaching, and your call'd for.


(For so we are inform’d,) with new opinions, Enter Doctor Butts.

Divers, and dangerous; which are heresies, Cran.


And, not reform'd, may prove pernicious. Butts. This is a piece of malice. I am glad, Gar. Which reformation must be sudden too, I came this way so happily. The king My noble lords: for those that came wild horses Shall understand it presently. (Erit Butts. Pace them not in their hands to make them Cran. (Aside.)

'Tis Butts,

gentle; The kiny's physician ; as he past along, But stop their mouths with stubborn bits, and How earnestly he cast his eyes upon me!

spur them, Pray heaven, he sound not my' disgrace! For Till they obey the manager

If we suffer certain,

(Out of our easiness, and childish pity This is of purpose lay'd by some that hate me To one man's honour) this contagious sickness, (God turn their hearts ! I never sought their Farewell, all physick: and what follows then ? malice,)

Commotions, nproars, with a general taint To quench mine honour: they would shame to Of the whole state: as of late days our neig make me

boui's, Wait else at door; a fellow counsellor, The upper Germany, can dearly witness, Among boys, grooms, and lackeys. But their Yet freshly pitied in our memories. pleasures

Cran. My good lords, hitherto, in all the pro Must be fulfilled, and I attend with patience.


Both of my life and office, I have labour'd, Enter, at a Window above, the King and Butts. And with no little study, that my teaching, Butts. I'll show your grace the strangest And the strong course of my authority, sight,

Might go one way, and safely! and the end K. Hen.

What's that, Butts ? Was ever, to do well: nor is there living Butts. I think, your highness saw this many a (I speak it with a single heart, my lords) day.

A man, that more detests, more stirs against, K. Hen: Body o' me, where is it?

Both in his private conscience, and his place, Butts.

There, my lord : Defacers of a public peace, than I do. The high promotion of his grace of Canterbury; 'Pray heaven, the king may never find a heart Who holds his state at door, 'mongst pursuivants, with less allegiance in it! Men, that make Pages, and footboys.

Envy and crooked malice, nourishment, K. Hen.

Ha ! 'Tis he, indeed : Dare bite the best. I do beseech your lordships, Is this the honour they do one another? That in this case of justice, my accusers, 'Tis well, there's one above them yet. I had Be what they will, may stand forth face to face, thought

And freely urge against me. They had parted so mnch honcsty among them Suff

Nay, my lord, (At least, good manners) as not thus to suffer That cannot bc; you are a counsellor, A man of his place, and so near our favour, And, by that virtue, no man dare accuse you. To dance attendance on their lordships' plea- Gar. My lord, because we have business of sures,

more moment, And at the door too, like a post with packets. We will be short with you. 'Tis his highness' By holy Mary, Butts, there's knavery :

pleasure, Let them alone, and draw the curtain close ; And our consent, for better trial of yon, We shall hear more anon.

[Ereunt. From hence you be committed to the Tower; The Council Chamber.

Where. being but a private man again,

You shall know many dare accuse yon boldly, Enter the Lord Chancellor, the Duke of Suffolk, More than, I fear, you are provided for.

Earl of Surrey, Lord Chamberlain. Gardiner, Cran. Ah, my good lord of Winchester, I thank and Cromwell. The Chancellor places him

you, self at the upper end of the table on the left You are always my good friend ; if your will hand ; a seat being left void above him, as

pass, for the Archbishop of Canterbury:, The rest I shall both find your lordship judge and juror, seat themselves in order on each side. Crom. You are so merciful : I see your end, 'well at the lower end, as Secretary.

Tis my undoing: Love, and meekness, lord, Chan. Speak to the business, master secretary: Become a churchman better than ambition; Why are we met in council ?

Win straying souls with modesty again, Crom.

Please your honours, Cast none away. That I shall clear myself, The chief cause concerns his grace of Canterbury Lay all the weight ye can upon my patience Gar. Has he had knowledge of it?

I make as little doubt, as you do conscience, Crom.

Yes. In doing daily wrongs. I could say more, Nor.

Who waits there? But reverence to your calling makes me modest D. Keep. Without, my noble lorda ?

Gar. My lord, my lord, you are a sectary, Gar.

That's the plain uuth; your painted gloss dis D. Keer.

My lord archbishop ; covers, And has done half an hour, to know your plea: To men that understand you, words and weak




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