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And do as I have bid you.-[Exit Cranmer.] He has
His language in his tears.
Enter an 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!
Now, by thy looks I guess thy message. Is the queen deliver'd? Say, ay; and of a boy.
K. Hen. Give her an hundred marks. I'll to the
[Exit King. Lady. An hundred marks! By this light, I'll have
An ordinary groom is for such payment.
SCENE II.—Lobby before the Council-Chamber. Enter Cranmer; Servants, Door-Keeper, &c. attending. Cran. I hope, I am not too late; and yet the gentleman;
That was sent to me from the council, pray'd me
Who waits there?-Sure, you know me?
But yet I cannot help you.
D. Keep. Your grace must wait, till you be call'd for. Enter Doctor Butts.
Yes, my lord;
Butts. This is a piece of malice. I am glad,
Cran. [Aside. 'Tis Butts, The king's physician; As he pass'd along, How earnestly he cast his eyes upon me! Pray heaven, he sound not my disgrace! For certain, This is of purpose laid, by some that hate me, (God turn their hearts! I never sought their malice.) To quench mine honour: they would shame to make
Wait else at door; a fellow counsellor,
Among boys, grooms,and lackeys. But their pleasures Must be fulfill'd, and I attend with patience.
Enter, at a Window above, the King and Butts. Butts. I'll show your grace the strangest sight,K. Hen. What's that, Butts?
Butts. I think, your highness saw this many a day. K. Hen. Body o'me, where is it?
'Tis well there's one above them yet. I had thought,
They had parted so much honesty among them,
Enter the Lord Chancellor, the Duke of Suffolk, Earl of Surrey, Lord Chamberlain, Gardiner, and Cromwell. The Chancellor places himself at the upper end of the Table on the left hand; a seat being left void above him, as for the Archbishop of Canterbury. The rest seat themselves in order on each side. Cromwell at the lower end, as Secretary.
Chan. Speak to the business, master secretary:
Please your honours,
Who waits there?
D. Keep. Without, my noble lords?
My lord archbishop; And has done half an hour, to know your pleasures. Chan. Let him come in.
Your grace may enter now. [Cranmer approaches the Council-table. Chan. My good lord archbishop, I am very sorry To sit here at this present, and behold
That chair stand empty: But we all are men,
Of our flesh, few are angels: out of which frailty,
Have msidemean'd yourself, and not a little,
(For so we are inform❜d,) with new opinions,
Gar. Which reformation must be sudden too, My noble lords: for those, that tame wild horses, Pace them not in their hands to make them gentle; But stop their mouths with stubborn bits, and spur them,
Till they obey the manage. If we suffer
Yet freshly pitied in our memories.
Cran. My good lords, hitherto, in all the progress
Be what they will, may stand forth face to face,
Nay, my lord,
That cannot be; you are a counsellor,
We will be short with you. 'Tis his highness' pleasure,
Cran. Ah, my good lord of Winchester, I thank you, You are always my good friend; if your will pass, I shall both find your lordship judge and juror, You are so merciful: I see your end, "Tis my undoing: Love, and meekness, lord, Become a churchman better than ambition; Win straying souls with modesty again, Cast none away. That I shall clear myself, Lay all the weight ye can upon my patience, I make as little doubt, as you do conscience, In doing daily wrongs. I could say more, But reverence to your calling makes me modest. Gar. My lord, my lord, you are a sectary, That's the plain truth; your painted gloss discovers, To men that understand you, words and weakness. Crom. My lord of Winchester, you are a little, By your good favour, too sharp; men so noble, However faulty, yet should find respect For what they have been: 'tis a cruelty,
To load a falling man.
Good master secretary,
Why, my lord? Gar. Do not I know you for a favourer Of this new sect? ye are not sound.