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'Would you were half so honest! Men's prayers then would seek you, not their fears. Gar. I shall remember this bold language.
Gar. Not sound, I say.
Remember your bold life too.
This is too much;
I have done.
Chan. Then thus for you, my lord,-It stands a
I take it, by all voices, that forthwith
You be convey'd to the Tower a prisoner;
There to remain, till the king's further pleasure
All. We are.
Gar. What other
Would you expect? You are strangely troublesome.-Let some o'the guard be ready there.
And see him safe i'the Tower.
Stay, good my lords, I have a little yet to say. Look there, my lords; By virtue of that ring, I take my cause Out of the gripes of cruel men, and give it To a most noble judge, the king my master. Cham. This is the king's ring. Sur. 'Tis no counterfeit. Suf. 'Tis the right ring, by heaven: I told ye all, When we first put this dangerous stone a rolling,
'Twould fall upon ourselves.
My mind gave me,
Do you think, my lords,
In seeking tales, and informations,
honesty the devil
Against this man, an
Enter King, frowning on them; takes his seat.
In daily thanks, that gave us such a prince;
His royal self in judgement comes to hear
3 K. Hen. You were ever good at sudden commenda
Bishop of Winchester. But know, I come not
Good man, [To Cranmer.] sit down. Now let me see the proudest
He, that dares most, but wag his finger at thee:
Than but once think his place becomes thee not.
No, sir, it does not please me.
This good man, (few of you deserve that title,)
Thus far, My most dread sovereign, may it like your grace To let my tongue excuse all. What was purpos'd Concerning his imprisonment, was rather
(If there be faith in men.) meant for his trial, And fair purgation to the world, than malice; I am sure, in me.
K. Hen. Well, well, my lords, respect him; Take him, and use him well; he's worthy of it. I will say thus much for him, If a prince May be beholden to a subject, I
Am, for his love and service, so to him.
Make me no more ado, but all embrace him;
Be friends, for shame, my lords.-My lord of Canter bury,
I have a suit which you must not deny me;
Cran. The greatest monarch now alive may glory
K. Hen. Come, come, my lord, you'd spare your spoons; you shall have
Two noble partners with you; the old duchess of Norfolk,
And lady marquis Dorset; Will these please you?
With a true heart,
The common voice, I see, is verified
Of thee, which says thus, Do my lord of Canterbury A shrewd turn, and he is your friend forever.Come, lords, we trifle time away; I long
To have this young one made a christian.
SCENE III.-The Palace Yard. Noise and tumult within: Enter Porter and his Man.
Port. You'll leave your noise anon, ye rascals: Do you take the court for Paris-garden? ye rude slaves, leave your gaping.
[Within.] Good master porter, I belong to the lar
Port. Belong to the gallows, and be hanged, you rogue: Is this a place to roar in ?--Fetch me a dozen crab-tree staves, and strong ones; these are but switches to them.-I'll scratch your heads: You must be see ing christenings? Do you look for ale and cakes here, you rude rascals?
Man. Pray, sir, be patient; 'tis as much impossible (Unless we sweep them from the door with cannons,) To scatter them, as 'tis to make them sleep On May-day morning; which will never be: We may as well push against Paul's, as stir them Vol. 4.
Port. How got they in, and be hang'd?
Man. Alas, I know not; How gets the tide in?
Port. You did nothing, sir.
Man. I am not Sampson, nor sir Guy, nor Colbrand, to mow them down before me: but, if I spared any, that had a head to hit, either young or old, he or she, cuckold or cuckold-maker, let me never hope to see a chine again; and that I would not for a cow, God save her.
[Within.] Do you hear, master porter?
Port. I shall be with you presently, good master puppy.-Keep the door close, sirrah.
Man. What would you have me do?
Port. What should you do, but knock them down by the dozens? Is this Moorfields to muster in? or have we some strange Indian with the great tool come to court, the women so besiege us? Bless me, what a fry of fornication is at the door! On my christian conscience, this one christening will beget a thousand; here will be father, god-father, and all together.
Man. The spoons will be the bigger, sir. There is a fellow somewhat near the door, he should be a brazier by his face; for, o'my conscience, twenty of the dog-days now reign in's nose; all that stand about him are under the line, they need no other penance. That fire-drake did I hit three times on the head, and three times was his nose discharged against me; he stands there, like a mortar-piece, to blow us. There was a haberdasher's wife of small wit near him, that railed upon me till her pink'd porringer fell off her head, for kindling such a combustion in the state. I miss'd the meteor once, and hit that woman, who cried out, clubs! when I might see from far some forty truncheoneers draw to her succour, which were the hope of the Strand,