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Enter Lovell.

Lov.

Sir. K. Hen. Give her an hundred marks. I'll to the queen.

[Exit King. Lady. An hundred marks! By this light, I'll

have more. An ordinary groom is for such payment. I will have more, or scold it out of him. Said I for this, the girl is like to him? I will have more, or else unsay't; and now While it is hot, I'll put it to the issue. (Exeunt.

SCENE II.

Lobby before the council-chamber.

Enter Cranmer; Servants, Door-keepers, &c. ato

tending. Cran. I hope, I am not too late; and yet the

gentleman, That was sent to me from the council, pray'd me To make great haste. All fast? what means this?

Hoa!
Who waits there ?-Sure, you know me?
D. Keep.

Yes, my lord;
But yet I cannot help you.
Cran.

Why?
D. Keep. Your grace must wait, till you be call'd
for.

Enter Doctor Butts.
Cran.

So.
Bults. This is a piece of malice. I am glad,
I came this way so happily: The king
Shall understand it presently. [Erit Butts.

Cran. (Aside.]

'Tis Butts, The king's physician; As he past along, How earnestly he cast his eyes upon me! Pray Heaven, he sound not iny disgrace! For cer

tain, This is of purpose lay'd, by some that hate me, (God turn their hearts! I never sought their malice,) To quench mine honour: they would shame to make

me

Wait else at door; a fellow-counsellor,
Among boys, grooms, and lackeys. But their plea-

sures
Must be fulfill'd, and I attend with patience.

Enter at a window abooe, 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? Butts.

There, my lord: The high promotion of his grace of Canterbury; Who holds his state at door, 'mongst pursuivants, Pages, and footboys. K. Hen.

Ha ! 'Tis he, indeed : Is this the honour they do one another? 'Tis well, there's one above them yet. I had thought, They had parted so much honesty among them, (At least, good manners,) as not thus to suffer A man of his place, and so near our favour, To dance attendance on their lordships' pleasures, And at the door too, like a post with packets. By holy Mary, Butts, there's knavery: Let them alone, and draw the curtaiu close; We shall hear more apon.

(Ercunt.

THE COUNCIL-CHAMBER.

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 seut themselves in order on euch side. Cromwell at the lower end, as secretary

Chan. Speak to the business, master secretary: Why are we met in council ? Crom.

Please your honours, The chief cause concerns his grace of Canterbury.

Gar. Has he had knowledge of it?
Crom.

Yes.
Nor.

Who waits there? D. Keep. Without, my noble lords? Gar.

Yes. D. Keep.

My lord archbishop ; And has done half an hour, to know your pleasures.

Chan. Let him come in.
D. Keep.

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,
In our own natures frail; and capable
Of our flesh, few are angels : out of which frailty,
And want of wisdom, you, that best should teach us,
Have misdemean'd yourself, and not a little,
Toward the king first, then his laws, iu filling
The whole realın, by your teaching, and your chap-

lains, (For so we are inform’d,) with new opinions, Divers, and daugerous ; which are heresies, And, not reform'd, may prove pernicious.

Gar. Which reformation must be suddeu too,

My noble lords: for those, that lame wild horses, Pace them not in their hands to make them genule; But stop their mouths with stubborn bits, and spur

them, Till they obey the manage. If we suffer (Out of our easiness, aud childish pity To une man's houour) this contagious sickness, Farewell all physick : Aud what follows then ? Commotions, uproars, with a general taint Of the whole state : as, of lale days, our neighbours, The upper Germany, can dearly witness, Yet freshly pitied in our memories.

Cran. My good lords, hitherto, in all the progress Both of my life and office, I have labour'd, And with no little study, that my teaching, And the strong course of my authority, Might go one way, and safely; and the end Was ever, to do well : nos is there living (I speak it with a single bear4*, my lords), A man that more detests, more stirs against; Both in his private conscience, and his place, Defacers of a public peace, than I do. Pray Heaven, the king may never find a heant With less allegiance in it! Men, that make Envy, and crooked malice, nourishment, Dare bite the best. I do beseech your lordships, That, in this case of justice, my accusers, Be what they will, may stand forth face to face, And freely urge against me. Suf.

Nay, my lord, That cannot be; you are a counsellor, And, by that virtue, no man dare accuse you. Gar. My lord, because we have business of more

moment, We will be short with you. 'Tis bis highness' plea

sure, And our consent, for better trial of you, From hence you be committed to the Tower;

* "Io singlegess of heart.' Acts, ii. 46. VOL. VI.

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Where, being but a private man again,
You shall know many dare accuse you boldly,
More than, I fear, you are provided for.
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 andoing : 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.

Cromi 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.
Gar.

Good master secretary,
I cry your honour mercy; you may, worst
Of all this table, say so.
Crom.

Why, my lord ?
Gar. Do not I know you for a favourer
Of this new sect ? ye are not sound.
Crom.

Not sound ?
Gar. Not sound, I say.
Crom.

'Would you were half so honest; Men's prayers then would seek you, not their fears.

Gar. I shall remember this bold language.
Crom.

Do.
Remember your bold life too.
Chan.

This is too much ; Forbear, for shame, my lords. Gar.

I have done.

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