THE ORDER OF THE PROCESSION.

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And the late marriagel made of none effect :

Enter a third Gentleman.
Since which, she was removed to Kimbolton,
Where she remains now, sick.

God save you sir! Where have you been broiling? 2 Gent.

Alas, good lady ! 3 Gent. Among the croud i'the abbey; where a [Trumpets.

finger The trumpets sound : stand close, the queen is Could not be wedg’d in more ; and I am stifled coming.

With the mere rankness of their joy.
2 Gent.

You saw
The ceremony?

3 Gent. That I did. A lively flourish of trumpets ; then enter

1 Gent.

How was it? 1. Two judges.

3 Gent. Well worth the seeing. 2. Lord Chancellor, with the purse and mace be

2 Gent.

Good sir, speak it to us. fore him.

3 Gent. As well as I am able. The rich stream 3. Choristers singing.

[Music. of lords, and ladies, having brought the queen 4. Mayor of London, bearing the mace.

Then ||To a prepar'd place in the choir, fell off Garter, in his coat of arms, and on his | A distance from her; while her grace sat down head, a gilt copper crown.

To rest a while, some half an hour, or so, 5. Marquis Dorset, bearing a sceptre of gold, on In a rich chair of state, opposing freely

his head a demi-coronal of gold. With The beauty of her person to the people.
him, the earl of Surrey, bearing the rod Believe me, sir, she is the goodliest woman
of silver with the dove, crowned with an That ever lay by man: which when the people
earl's coronet. Collars of SS.

Had the full view of, such a noise arose 6. Duke of Suffolk, in his robe of estate, his coro

As the shrouds make at sea in a stiff tempest, net on his head, bearing a long white || As loud, and to as many tunes : hats, cloaks, wand, as high-steward. With him, the (Doublets, I think,) flew up; and had their faces duke of Norfolk, with the rod of mar-Been loose, this day they had been lost. Such joy shalship, a coronet on his head. Collars || never saw before. Great-bellied women, of ss.

That had not half a week to go, like rams 7. A canopy borne by four of the Cinque-ports ; || In the old time of war, would shake the press,

under it, the Queen in her robe; in her and make them reel before them. No man living
hair richly adorned with pearl, crowned. || Could say, This is my wife, there; all were woven
On each side of her, the bishops of London So strangely in one piece.
and Winchester.

2 Gent.

But, pray, what follow'd ? 8. The old Duchess of Norfolk, in a coronal of 3 Gent. At length her grace rose, and with modest gold, wrought with flowers, bearing the

paces Queen's train.

Came to the altar; where she kneelid, and, saint9. Certain ladies or countesses, with plain circlets

like, of gold, without flowers.

Cast her fair eyes to heaven, and pray'd devoutly,

Then rose again, and bow'd her to the people: 2 Gent. A royal train, believe me.—These 1 When by the archbishop of Canterbury know ;

She had all the royal makings of a queen; Who's that, that bears the sceptre ?

As holy oil, Edward Confessor's crown, 1 Gent.

Marquis Dorset : The rod, and bird of peace, and all such emblems, And that the earl of Surrey, with the rod. Laid nobly on her: which perform'd, the choir, 2 Gent. A bold brave gentleman: And that with all the choicest music of the kingdom, should be

Together sung Te Deum. So she parted, The duke of Suffolk.

And with the same full state pac'd back again 1 Gent.

'Tis the same; high-steward. || To York-place, where the feast is held. 2 Gent. And that my lord of Norfolk ?

1 Gent. 1 Gent.

Yes. Must no more call it York-place, that is past : 2 Gent.

Heaven bless thee ! || For, since the cardinal fell, that title's lost;

(Looking on the Queen. 'Tis now the king's, and call'd—Whitehall. Thou hast the sweetest face I ever look'd on.- 3 Gent.

I know it; Sir, as I have a soul, she is an angel;

But 'tis so lately alter'd, that the old name Our king has all the Indies in his arms,

Is fresh about me. And more, and richer, when he strains that lady: 2 Gent. What two reverend bishops I cannot blame his conscience.

Were those that went on each side of the queen? 1 Gent.

They, that bear 3 Gent. Stokesly and Gardiner; the one, of Win The cloth of honour over her, are four barons

chester, Of the Cinque-ports.

(Newly preferr'd from the king's secretary,) 2 Gent. Those men are happy; and so are all, are The other, London. near her.

2 Gent.

He of Winchester I take it, she that carries up the train,

Is held no great good lover of the archbishop's, Is that old noble lady, duchess of Norfolk. The virtuous Cranmer. 1 Gent. It is; and all the rest are countesses. 3 Gent.

All the land knows that: 2 Gent. Their coronets say so. These are stars, However, yet there's no great breach; when it indeed ;

comes, And, sometimes, falling ones.

Cranmer will find a friend will not shrink from him. 1 Gcnt.

No more of that. 2 Gent. Who may that be, I pray you? [Exit procession, with a great flourish of 3 Gent.

Thomas Cromwell; trumpets.

A man in much esteem with the king, and truly

A worthy friend. — The king (1) The marriage lately considered as valid. Has made him master o'the jewel-house,

Sir, you

And one, already, of the privy-council.

I were malicious else. 2 Gent. He will deserve more.

Grif.

This cardinal, 3 Gent.

Yes, without all doubt. Though from an humble stock, undoubtedly Come, gentlemen, ye shall go my way, which

Was fashion'd too much honour. From his cradle, Is to the court, and there ye shall be my guests ; He was a scholar, and a ripe, and good one; Something I can command. As I walk thither, Exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and persuading : t'll tell ye more.

Lofty, and sour, to them that lov'd him not; Both. You may command us, sir. (Exe. But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer. SCENE II.4_Kimbolton. Enter Katharine, dow-il(Which was a sin,) yet in bestowing, madam,

And though he were unsatisfied in getting, ager, sick; led between Griffith and Patience.

He was most princely: Ever witness for him Grif. How does your grace?

Those twins of learning, that he rais'd in you, Kath.

8, Griffith, sick to death : Ipswich, and Oxford! one of which fell with him, My legs, like loaden branches, bow to the earth, Unwilling to outlive the good that did it; Willing to leave their burden: Reach a chair;- The other, though unfinish'd, yet so famous, So,-now, methinks, I feel a little ease.

So excellent in art, and still so rising, Didst thou not tell me, Griffith, as thou led'st me, That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue. That the great child of honour, cardinal Wolsey, His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him; Was dead?

For then, and not till then, he felt himself, Grif. Yes, madam; but, I think, your grace, And found the blessedness of being little: Out of the pain you suffer'd, gave no ear to't. And, to add greater honours to his age Kath. Prłythee, good Griffith, tell me how he || Than man could give him, he died, fearing God. died :

Kath. After my death I wish no other herald, If well, he stepp'd before me, happily,2

No other speaker of my living actions, For my example.

To keep mine honour from corruption, Grif.

Well, the voice goes, madam : | But such an honest chronicler as Griffith. For after the stout earl Northumberland

Whom I most hated living, thou hast made me, Arrested him at York, and brought him forward With thy religious truth, and modesty, (As a man sorely tainted,) to his answer, Now in his ashes honour: Peace be with him! He fell sick suddenly, and grew so ill,

Patience, be near me still; and set me lower: He could not sit his mule.

I have not long to trouble thee.-Good Griffith, Kath.

Alas! poor man! Cause the musicians play me that sad note Grif. At last, with easy roads, he came to I nam'd my knell, whilst I sit meditating Leicester,

On that celestial harmony I go to. Lodg’d in the abbey; where the reverend abbot,

Sad and solemn music. With all his convent, honourably receiv'd him; To whom he gave these words,- father abbot, Grif. She is aleep: Good wench, let's sit down An old man, broken with the storms of state,

quiet, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye ; For fear we wake her;-Softly, gentle Patience. Give him a little earth for charity!

The vision. Enter, solemnly tripping one after So went to bed: where eagerly his sickness another, six personages, clad in white robes, Pursu'd him still; and three nights after this, wearing on their heads garlands of bays, and About the hour of eight (which he himself

golden vizards on their faces; branches of bays, Foretold, should be his last,) full of repentance, or palm, in their hands. They first congee unto Continual meditations, tears, and sorrows,

her, then dance ; and, at certain changes, the He gave his honours to the world agair,

first two hold a spare garland over her head; at His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace. which, the other four make reverent courl'sies ;

Kath. So may he rest; his faults liegently on him! then the two that held the garland, deliver the Yet thus far, Griffith, give me leave to speak him, same to the other next two, who observe the same And yet with charity,– He was a man

order in their changes, and holding the garland Of an unbounded stomach, 4 ever ranking

over her head: which done, they deliver the Himself with princes; one, that by suggestion same garland to the last two, who likewise obTy'd all the kingdom : simony was fair play; serve the same oriler : at which (as it were by His own opinion was his law: I'the presences inspiration, she makes in her sleep signs of reHe would say untruths; and be ever double, joicing, and holdeth up her hands to heaven : Both in his words and maning: He was never, and so in their dancing they vanish, carrying But where he meant to ruin, pitiful :

the garland with them. The music continues. His promises were, as he then was, mighty; But his performance, as he is now, nothing. Kath. Spirits of peace, where are ye? Are ye Of his own body he was ill, and gave

all gone? The clergy ill example.

And leave me here in wretchedness behind ye? Grif. Noble madam,

Grif. Madam, we are here. Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues Kath.

It is not you I call for : We write in water. May it please your highness || Saw ye none enter, since I slept? To hear me speak his good now?

Grif.

None, madam. Kath. Yes, good Griffith; Kath. No? Saw you not, even now, a blessed

troop (1) This scene is above any other part of Shak-Invite me to a banquet; whose bright faces speare's tragedies, and perhaps above any scene Cast thousand beams upon me, like the sun ? of any other poet; tender and pathetic, without They promis'd me eternal happiness; gods, or furies, or poisons, or precipices; without the help of romantic circumstances, without im- (2) Haply. (3) By short stages. probable sallies of poetical lamentation, and with- (4) Pride. (5) of the king. out any chroes of tumultuous misery. JOHNSON. (6) Formed for. (7) Ipswich.

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With me,

And brought me garlands, Griffith, which I feel Have follow'd both my fortunes faithfully :
I am not worthy yet to wear: I shall,

Of which there is not one, I dare avow,
Assuredly.

(And now I should not lie,) but will deserve, Grif. I am most joyful, madam, such good dreams For virtue, and true beauty of the soul, Possess your fancy.

For honesty, and decent carriage, Kath.

Bid the music leave, A right good husband, let him bei a noble ; They are harsh and heavy to me. [Music ceases. And, sure, those men are happy that shall have Pat.

Do you note,

them.
How much her grace is alter'd on the sudden? The last is, for my men :--they are the poorest,
How long her face is drawn? how pale she looks, But poverty could never draw them from me ;=
And of an earthly cold? Mark you her eyes ? That they may have their wages duly paid them,

Grif. She is going, wench; pray, pray: And something over to remember me by';
Pat.

Heaven comfort her! If Heaven had pleas'd to have given me longer life,
Enter a Messenger.

And able means, we had not parted thus.

These are the whole contents:-And, good my lord, Mess. An't like your grace,

By that you love the dearest in this world, Kath.

You are a saucy fellow : || As you wish Christian peace to souls departed, Deserve we no more reverence?

Stand these poor people's friend, and urge the king Grif.

You are to blame, To do me this last right. Knowing she will not lose her wonted greatness, Cap.

By heaven, I will; To use so rude behaviour: go to, kneel.

Or let me lose the fashion of a man! Mess. I humbly do entreat your highness' pardon; Kath. I thank you, honest lord. Remember me My haste made me unmannerly: There is staying In all humility unto his highness : A gentleman, sent from the king, to see you. Say, his long trouble now is passing Kath. Admit him entrance, Griffith: But this out of this world : tell him, in death I bless'd him, fellow

For so I will.-Mine eyes grow dim.-Farewell, set me ne'er see again. (Exeunt Grif. and Mess. My lord.—Griffith, farewell.–Nay, Patience, Re-enter Griffith, with Capucius.

You must not leave me yet. I must to bed;

Call in more women.—When I am dead, good If my sight fail not,

Wench, lou should be lord ambassador from the emperor, | Let me be us’d with honour; strew me over My royal nephew, and your name Capucius. With maiden flowers, that all the world may know Cap. Madam, the same, your servant.

I was a chaste wife to my grave: embalm me, Kath.

O my lord,|| Then lay me forth : although unqueen'd, yet like The times, and titles, now are alter'd strangely A queen, and daughter to a king, inter me.

since first you knew me. But, I pray you,|| I can no more.- (Exeunt, leading Katharine What is your pleasure with me? Сар.

Noble lady,
First, mine own service to your grace; the next,
The king's request that I would visit you ;
Who grieves much for your weakness, and by me

ACT V.
Sends you his princely commendations,

SCENE I.- A gallery in the palace. Enter And heartily entreats you take good comfort.

Gardiner bishop of Winchester ; a Page with a Kath. Oʻmy good lord, that comfort comes too

torch before him, met by Sir Thomas Lovell. late; 'Tis like a pardon after execution :

Gar. It's one o'clock, boy, is't not? That gentle physic, given in time, had cur'd me; Boy.

It hath struck. But now I am past all comforts here, but prayers. Gar. These should be hours for necessities, How does his highness ?

Not for delights; times to repair our nature Cap.

Madam, in good health. With comforting repose, and not for us
Kath. So may he ever do! and ever flourish, To waste these times. —Good hour of night, sir
When I shall dwell with worms, and my poor name

Thomas!
Banish'd the kingdom !--Patience, is that letter, Whither so late?
I caus'd you write, yet sent away?

Lov. Came you from the king, my lord? Pat.

No, madam. Gar. I did, sir Thomas; and left him at primerot

(Giving it to Katharine. With the duke of Suffolk. Kath. Sir, I most humbly pray you to deliver Lov.

I must to him, too, This to my lord the king.

Before he go to bed. I'll take

my leave. Сар.

Most willing, madam. Gar. Not yet, sir Thomas Lovell. What's the Kath. In which I have commended to his good

matter?

It seems, you are in haste: an if there be The modell of our chaste loves, his young daugh. No great offence belongs to't, give your friend ter:2

Some touchs of your late business: Affairs, that walk The dews of heaven fall thick in blessings on her!- || (As, they say, spirits do,) at midnight, have Beseeching him, to give her virtuous breeding; In them a wilder nature, than the business (She is young, and of a noble modest nature; That seeks despatch by day. I hope, she will deserve well;) and a little

Lov.

My lord, I love you; To love her for her mother's sake, that lov'd him, And durst commend a secret to your ear Heaven knows how dearly. My next poor petition Much weightier than this work. The queen's in Is, that his noble grace would have some pity

labour, Upon my wretched women, that so long, They say, in great extremity; and fear'd,

She'll with the labour end. (1) Image. (2) Afterwards Queen Mary. (3) Even if he should be.

(4) A game at cards.

ness

(5) Hint.

your hand.

Gar.
The fruit, she goes with,|| Suf.

I wish your highness I pray for heartily ; that it may find

A quiet night, and my good mistress will
Good time, and live: but for the stock, sir Thomas, | Remember in my prayers.
I wish it grubb'd up now.

K. Hen.

Charles, good night.Lov, Methinks, I could

(Exit Suffolk Cry the amen; and yet my conscience says,

Enter Sir Anthony Denny.
She's a good creature, and, sweet lady, does
Deserve our better wishes.

Well, sir, what follows?
Gar.
But, sir, sir, -

Den. Sir, I have brought my lord the archbishop,
Hear me, sir Thomas : You are a gentleman As you commanded me.
Of mine own way ; I know you wise, religious ; K. Hen.

Ha! Canterbury ? And, let me tell you, it will ne'er be well, - Den. Ay, my good lord. 'Twill not, sir Thomas (ovell, take't of me,- K. Hen. 'Tis true : Where is he, Denny? Till Cranmer, Cromwel', her two hands, and she, Den. He attends your highness' pleasure. Sleep in their graves.

K. Hen.

Bring him to us. Lov. Now, sir, you speak of two

(Erit Denny. The most remark'd i'the kingdom. As for Crom- Lov. This is about that which the bishop spake; well,I am happily come hither.

Aside Beside that of the jewel-house, he's made master

Re-enter Denny, with Cranmer.
O'the rolls, and the king's secretary : further, sir,
Stands in the gap and trade of more preferments, K. Hen.

Avoid the gallery. With which the time will load him: The archbishop

(Lovell seems to stay. Is the king's hand, and tongue ; And who dare Ha! I have said.—Be gone. speak

What!

(Ereunt Lovell and Denny: One syllable against him?

Cran. I am fearful : Wherefore frowns he thus? Gar.

Yes, yes, sir Thomas, || 'Tis his aspect of terror. All's not well. There are that dare; and I myself have ventur'd K. Hen. How now, my lord ? You do desire to To speak my mind of him: and, indeed, this day,

know Sir (I may tell it you,) I think, I have

Wherefore I sent for you. Incens'di the lords o'the council, that he is

Cran.

It is my duty, (For so I know he is, they know he is,)

To attend your highness' pleasure. A most arch heretic, a pestilence

K. Hen.

'Pray you, arise, That does infect the land: with which they moved, | My good and gracious lord of Canterbury. Have broken? with the king; who hath so far Come, you and I must walk a turn together; Given ear to our complaint (of his great grace

I have news to tell you : Come, come, give me And princely care; foreseeing those fell mischiefs Our reasons laid before him) he hath commanded,| Ah, my good lord, I grieve at what I speak, To-morrow morning to the council-board And am right 'sorry to repeat what follows: He be convented.3 He's a rank weed, sir Thomas, I have, and most unwillingly, of late And we must root him out. From your affairs Heard many grievous, I do say, my lord, I binder you too long : good night, sir Thomas. Grievous complaints of you; which, being conLov. Many good nights, my lord; I rest your sider'd, servant. (Exeunt Gardiner and Page. Have mor'd us and our council, that you shall

This morning come before us; where, I know, As Lovell is going out, enter the King, and the You cannot with such freedom purge yourself, Duke of Sutfolk.

But that, till further trial, in those charges K. Hen. Charles, I will play no more to-night;// Which will require your answer, you must take My mind's not on't, you are too hard for me. Your patience to you, and be well contented

Suf. Sir, I did never win of you before. To make your house our Tower: You a brother
K. Hen. But little, Charles;

of us,
Nor shall not, when my fancy's on my play.-- It fits we thus proceed, or else no witness
Now, Lovell, from the queen what is the news ! Would come against you.
Lov. I could not personally deliver to her Cran.

I humbly thank your highness;
What you commanded me, but by her woman And am right glad to catch this good occasion
I sent your message ; who return'd her thanks Most throughly to be winnow'd, where

my

chaff In the greatest humbleness, and desir’d your high-|| And corn shall fly asunder: for, I know,

There's none stands under more calumnious tongues, Most heartily to pray for her.

Than I myself, poor man. K. Hen.

What say'st thou ? ha! K. Hen. Stand up, good Canterbury ; To pray for her? what, is she crying out? Thy truth, and thy integrity, is rooted Lov. So said her woman; and that her suffer- || In us, thy friend : Give me thy hand, stand up; ance made

Prythee, let's walk. Now, by my holy-dame, Almost each pang a death.

What manner of man are you? My lord, I look'd K. Hen,

Alas, good lady! You would have given me your petition, that Suf. God safely quit her of her burden, and I should have ta’en some pains to bring together With gentle travail, to the gladding of

Yourself and your accusers; and to have heard you Your highness with an heir!

Without indurance, further. K. Hen. 'Tis midnight, Charles, Cran.

Most dread liege, Pr'ythee, to bed; and in thy prayers remember The good I stand on is my truth, and honesty ; The estate of my poor queen. Leave me alone ; If they shall fail, I, with mine enemies, For I must think of that, which company Will triumph o'er my person; which I weighs not, Will not be friendly to.

(3) Summoned. (4) One of the council. (1) Set on. (2) Told their minds.

(5) Value.

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Being of those virtues vacant. I fear nothing ||SCENE II.-Lobby before the council-chamber. What can be said against me.

Enter Cranmer; Servants, Door-keepers, 4-c. K. Hen.

Know you not how attending
Your state stands i'the world, with the whole world?
Your enemies

Cran. I hope, I am not too late ; and yet the Are many, and not small; their practices

gentleman,

That was sent to me from the council, pray'd me Must bear the same proportion : and not ever!

To make great haste. All fast? what means The justice and the truth o'the question carries

this ?-Hoa! The due o'the verdict with it: At what ease

Who waits there?-Sure, you know me? Might corrupt minds procure knaves as corrupt

D. Keep. To swear against you? such things have been done. But yet I cannot help you.

Yes, my lord; You are potently oppos'd; and with a malice

Cran. Of as great size. Weenyou of better luck,

Why?

D. Keep. Your grace must wait, till you be call'd I mean, in perjur'd witness, than your master,

for. Whose minister you are, whiles here he liv'd Upon this naughty earth? Go to, go to;

Enter Doctor Butts. .
You take a precipice for no leap of danger,

Cran,
And woo your own destruction.
Cran.
God, and your majesty, || I came this way so happily: The king

Butts. This is a piece of malıce. I am glad, Protect mine innocence, or I fall into

Sball understand it presently. (Erit Butts. The trap is laid for me!

Cran. ( Aside.)

'Tis Butts, K. Hen. Be of good cheer;

The king's physician; As he past along, They shall no more prevail, than we give way to. How earnestly he cast his eyes upon me! Keep comfort to you; and this morning see You do appear before them; if they shall chance, Pray heaven, he sound not my disgrace! For

certain, In charging you with matters, to commit you,

This is of purpose laid, by some that hate me, The best persuasions to the contrary

(God turn their bearts! I never sought their malice,). Fail not to use, and with what vebemency

Toquench mine honour: they would shame to make
The occasion shall instruct you: if entreaties
Will render you no remedy, this ring

Wait else at door; a fellow-counsellor,
Deliver them, and your appeal to us
There make before them.-Look, the good man

Among boys, grooms, and lackeys. But their pleaweeps!

Must be fulfill'd, and I attend with patience.
He's honest, on mine honour. God's blest mother!
I swear, he is true-hearted; and a soul

Enter at a window above, the King and Butts.
None better in my kingdom.-Get you gone,
And do as I have bid you.—

Erit Cranmer.

Butts. I'll show your grace the strangest sight, --
K. Hen.

What's that, Butts ?
He has strangled
His language in his tears.

Butts. I think, your highness saw this many a day.
K. Hen. Body o'me, where is it?

Butts.
Enter an old Lady.

There, my lord:

The high promotion of his grace of Canterbury; Gent. (Within.] Come back; What mean you ? || Who holds his state at door, ʼmongst pursuivants. Lady. I'll not come back: the tidings that I || Pages, and footboys. bring

K. Hen.

Ha! 'Tis he, indeed : Will make my boldness manners.-- - Now, good Is this the honour they do one another? angels

'Tis well, there's one above them yet. I had thought, Fly o'er thy royal head, and shade thy person They had parted so much honesty among them, 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

THE COUNCIL-CHAMBER.
Desires your visitation, and to be
Acquainted with this stranger; 'tis as like you,

Enter the Lord Chancellor, the Duke of Suffolk, As cherry is to cherry.

Earl of Surrey, Lord Chamberlain, Gardiner, K. Hen. Lovell,

and Cromwell. The Chancellor places himself

at the upper end of the table on the left hand; a Enter Lovell.

sent being left void above him, as for the Arch. Lov.

Sir.

bishop of Canterbury. The rest seat themselves K. Hen. Give her a hundred marks. I'll to

in order on each side. Cromwell at the lower (Exit King

end, as secretary. Lady. A hundred marks! By this light, I'll Chan. Speak to the business, master secretary : have more.

Why are we 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' I will have more, or else unsay't; and now

Crom.

Yes. While it is hot, I'll put it to the issue. (Exeunt. Nor.

Who waits there!

D. Keep. Without, my noble lords ? (1) Always. (2) Think.

Gar.

Yes

the queen.