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Ha! Canterbury ? You are potently oppos’d, and with a malice Den. Ay, my good lord.
Of as great size. Ween you of better luck, K. Hen.
'Tis true: where is he, Denny? I mean in perjur'd witness, than your Master, Den. He attends your highness' pleasure
Whose minister you are, whiles here he liv'd K. Hen.
Bring him to us. [Erit Denny. Upon this naughty earth? Go to, go to: Lov. This is about that which the bishop spake : You take a precipice for no leap of danger,
[Aside. And woo your own destruction. I am happily come hither.
God, and your majesty,
Protect mine innocence, or I fall into
Be of good cheer; What!—
(Exeunt Lovell and Denny. They shall no more prevail, than we give way to. Cran. I am fearful.—Wherefore frowns he thus? Keep comfort to you; and this morning, see
[Aside. You do appear before them. If they shall chance, "Tis his aspect of terror: all's not well.
In charging you with matters, to commit you, K. Hen. How now, my lord! You do desire to know The best persuasions to the contrary Wherefore I sent for you.
Fail not to use, and with what vehemency Cran.
It is my duty [Kneeling. The occasion shall instruct you: if entreaties T' attend your highness' pleasure.
Will render you no remedy, this ring K. Hen.
Pray you, arise, Deliver them, and your appeal to us My good and gracious lord of Canterbury.
There make before them.-Look, the good man weeps : Come, you and I must walk a turn together;
He's honest, on mine honour. God's blest mother!
None better in my kingdom.-Get you gone,
strangled I have, and most unwillingly, of late
His language in his tears. Heard many grievous, I do say, my lord,
Enter an old Lady, in haste. Grievous complaints of you; which being consider'd Gent. [Within.] Come back: what mean you? Have mov'd us and our council, that you
Lady. I'll not come back; the tidings that I bring
Under their blessed wings !
Now, by thy looks Your patience to you, and be well contented
guess thy message. Is the queen deliver'd ? To make your house our Tower: to a brother of us, Say, ay; and of a boy. It fits me thus proceed, or else no witness
Ay, ay, my liege; Would come against you.
And of a lovely boy : the God of heaven Cran.
I humbly thank your highness, Both now and ever bless her!—'tis a girl, And am right glad to catch this good occasion Promises boys hereafter. Sir, your queen
[Kneeling. Desires your visitation, and to be Most thoroughly to be winnow'd, where my chaff Acquainted with this stranger : 'tis as like you, And corn shall fly asunder; for, I know,
As cherry is to cherry. There's none stands under more calumnious tongues K. Hen.
K. Hen. Give her an hundred marks. I'll to the In us, thy friend. Give me thy hand, stand up:
Lady. An hundred marks! By this light, I'll ha'
While it is hot, I'll put it to the issue.
Most dread liege,
SCENE II.— The Lobby before the Council-Chamber. If they shall fail, I, with mine enemies,
Enter Cranmer; Servants, Door-Keeper, fc. attending. Will triumph o'er my person, which I weigh not,
Cran. I hope, I am not too late; and yet the gentleBeing of those virtues vacant. I fear nothing
man, What can be said against me.
That was sent to me from the council, pray'd me
Know you not
To make great haste. All fast! what means this ? How your state stands i' the world, with the whole Hoa! world?
Who waits there ?-Sure, you know me? Your enemies are many, and not small;
lord; their practices
D. Keep. Must bear the same proportion : and not ever
But yet I cannot help you. The justice and the truth o' the question carries
D. Keep. Your grace must wait, till you be call'd for.
Enter Doctor Butts.
Butts. This is a piece of malice. I am glad, [Aside. But stop their mouths with stubborn bits, and spur them, I came this way so happily: the king
Till they obey the manage. If we suffer, Shall understand it presently.
[Exit Butts. Out of our easiness and childish pity Cran.
To one man's honour, this contagious sickness, The king's physician. As he past along,
Farewell all physic: and what follows then ?
Commotions, uproars, with a general taint
Both of my life and office, I have labour'd, 'Mong boys, grooms, and lackeys. But their pleasures And with no little study, that my teaching, Must be fulfill'd, and I attend with patience.
And the strong course of my authority,
What's that, Butts ? (I speak it with a single heart, my lords,)
Both in his private conscience and his place,
There, my lord : Defacers of the public peace, than I do.
Envy and crooked malice nourishment,
Dare bite the best. I do beseech your lordships,
That in this case of justice, my accusers, 'Tis well, there's one above 'em yet. I had thought, Be what they will, may stand forth face to face, They had parted so much honesty among 'em,
And freely urge against me. (At least good manners) as not thus to suffer
Nay, my lord, A man of his place, and so near our favour,
That cannot be: you are a counsellor, To dance attendance on their lordships' pleasures,
And by that virtue no man dare accuse you. And at the door too, like a post with packets.
Gar. My lord, because we have business of more By holy Mary, Butts, there's knavery :
moment, Let 'em alone, and draw the curtain close;
We will be short with you. 'Tis his highness' pleasure, We shall hear more anon.
[Exeunt. And our consent, for better trial of you,
From hence you be committed to the Tower:
of Surrey, Lord Chamberlain, Gardiner, and Crom. You shall know many dare accuse you boldly,
Cran. Ah! my good lord of Winchester, I thank you;
will above him, as for the Archbishop of CANTERBURY. You are always my good friend : if your pass, The rest seat themselves in order on each side. Crom- I shall both find your lordship judge and juror, WELL at the lower end, as secretary.
You are so merciful. I see your end; Chan. Speak to the business, master secretary :
'Tis my undoing. Love and meekness, lord, Why are we met in council ?
Become a churchman better than ambition :
Please your honours, Win straying souls with modesty again,
Lay all the weight ye can upon my patience,
I make as little doubt, as you do conscience Nor.
Who waits there? In doing daily wrongs. I could say more, D. Keep. Without, my noble lords?
But reverence to your calling makes me modest. Gar.
Gar. My lord, my lord, you are a sectary;
My lord archbishop ; That's the plain truth: your painted gloss discovers,
Crom. My lord of Winchester, you are a little,
For what they have been: 'tis a cruelty,
To load a falling man. That chair stand empty: but we all are men,
Good master secretary, In our own natures frail, and culpable
I cry your honour mercy : you may, worst Of our flesh ; few are angels : out of which frailty,
Of all this table, say so. And want of wisdom, you, that best should teach us, Crom.
Why, my lord ?
Gar. Do not I know you for a favourer
Not sound? (For so we are inform’d) with new opinions,
Gar. Not sound, I say. Divers, and dangerous; which are heresies,
Would you were half so honest; And, not reform'd, may prove pernicious.
Men's prayers, then, would seek you, not their fears. Gar. Which reformation must be sudden too,
Gar. I shall remember this bold language.
This is too much : This good man, (few of you deserve that title)
This honest man, wait like a lousy footboy
I have done.
At chamber door ? and one as great as you are ?
And I. Why, what a shame was this ! Did my commission
Power, as he was a counsellor to try him,
Not as a groom. There's some of ye, I see,
shall never have the while I live.
My most dread sovereign, may it like your grace
What other To let my tongue excuse all. What was purpos'd
(If there be faith in men) meant for his trial,
For me? And fair purgation to the world, than malice,
I'm sure, in me.
K. Hen. Well, well, my lords, respect him :
Receive him, Take him, and use him well; he's worthy of it.
I will say thus much for him: if a prince
Stay, good my lords; May be beholding to a subject, I
Make me no more ado, but all embrace him :
[They embrace him : Gardiner last. To a most noble judge, the king my master.
Be friends, for shame, my lords !-My lord of CanterCham. This is the king's ring.
"Tis no counterfeit. I have a suit which you must not deny me; Suf. 'Tis the right ring, by heaven! I told ye all, That is, a fair young maid that yet wants baptism, When we first put this dangerous stone a rolling, You must be godfather, and answer for her. "Twould fall upon ourselves.
Cran. The greatest monarch now alive may glory
Do you think, my lords, In such an honour: how may I deserve it,
That am a poor and humble subject to you?
K. Hen. Come, come, my lord, you'd spare your
The old duchess of Norfolk, and lady marquess Dorset:
My mind gave ine,
Will these please you?
Once more, my lord of Winchester, I charge you,
Embrace, and love this man.
With a true heart, Ye blew the fire that burns ye. Now, have at ye. And brother's love, I do it.
[Embrace again. Enter the King, frowning on them: he takes his seat. Cran.
And let heaven Gar. Dread sovereign, how much are we bound to Witness, how dear I hold this confirmation. heaven
K. Hen. Good man! those joyful tears show thy In daily thanks, that gave us such a prince ;
The common voice, I see, is verified
Of thee, which says thus, “ Do my lord of Canterbury
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 To me you cannot reach. You play the spaniel, you take the court for Paris-garden? ye rude slaves, And think with wagging of your tongue to win me; leave your gaping
. But, whatsoe'er thou tak'st me for, I'm sure,
[Within.) Good master porter, I belong to the larder.
. Thou hast a cruel nature, and a bloody.
Port. Belong to the gallows, and be hanged, you Good man, [ To Cranmer.] sit down. Now, let me see rogue! Is this a place to roar in ?-Fetch me a dozen the proudest,
[Cranmer sits. crab-tree staves, and strong ones: these are but switches He that dares most, but wag his finger at thee: to them.—I'll scratch your heads: you must be seeing By all that's holy, he had better starve,
christenings? Do you look for ale and cakes here, Than but once think this place becomes thee not. you rude rascals?
[Tumult within. Sur. May it please your grace,
Man. Pray, sir, be patient: 'tis as much impossible,
No, sir, it does not please me. Unless we sweep 'em from the door with cannons,
We may as well push against Paul's, as stir 'em.
Port. How got they in, and be hang'd ?
And here ye lie baiting of bombards, when [Trumpets. Man. Alas, I know not: how gets the tide in ? Ye should do service. Hark! the trumpets sound; As much as one sound cudgel of four foot
They 're come already from the christening.
To let the troop pass fairly, or I'll find
A Marshalsea shall hold ye play these two months.
Stand close up, or I'll make your head ache.
Port. You i' the camblet, get up o' the rail ; Let me ne'er hope to see a queen again;
I'll peck you o'er the pole else.
[Ereunt. And that I would not for a crown, God save her.
SCENE IV.—The Palace at Greenwich. [Within.) Do you hear, master Porter? Port. I shall be with you presently, good master Enter Trumpets, sounding; then two Aldermen, Lord puppy.—Keep the door close, sirrah.
Mayor, Garter, CRANMER, Duke of Norfolk, with Man. What would you have me do?
his Marshal's staff, Duke of Suffolk, two Noblemen
bearing great standing bowls for the christening gifts : Port. What should you do, but knock 'em down by the dozens? Is this Moorfields to muster in? or
then, four Noblemen bearing a canopy, under which have we some strange Indian with the great tool come
the Duchess of Norfolk, godmother, bearing the
child richly habited in a mantle, 8c. Train borne by to court, the women so besiege us ? [Noise.] Bless me,
a Lady : then follows the Marchioness of Dorset, what a fry of fornication is at door! On my Christian conscience, this one christening will beget a thousand :
the other godmother, and Ladies. The Troop pass here will be father, godfather, and all together.
once about the stage, and Garter speaks. Man. The spoons will be the bigger, sir. There is a Gart. Heaven, fellow somewhat near the door, he should be a brazier From thy endless goodness, send prosperous life, by his face, for, o' my conscience, twenty of the dog- Long, and ever happy, to the high and mighty days now reign in's nose: all that stand about him are Princess of England, Elizabeth ! under the line; they need no other penance. That
Flourish. Enter King, and Train. fire-drake did I hit three times on the head, and three Cran. And to your royal grace, and the good queen, times was his nose discharg'd against me: he stands
[Kneeling. there, like a mortar-piece, to blow us. There was a My noble partners, and myself, thus pray :haberdasher's wife of small wit near him, that railed All comfort, joy, in this most gracious lady, upon me till her pink'd porringer fell off her head, Heaven ever laid up to make parents happy, for kindling such a combustion in the state. I miss'd May hourly fall upon ye! the meteor once, and hit that woman, who cried out, K. Hen. Thank you, good lord archbishop. clubs! when I might see from far some forty trun- What is her name? cheoners draw to her succour, which were the hope o'
Elizabeth. the Strand, where she was quartered. They fell on;
Stand up, lord.—[Cran. rises, I made good my place; at length they came to the With this kiss take my blessing: God protect thee! broomstaff with me: I defied 'em still; when suddenly Into whose hand I give thy life. [Kissing the child. a file of boys behind 'em, loose shot, delivered such a Cran.
Amen. shower of pebbles, that I was fain to draw mine honour K. Hen. My noble gossips, ye have been too prodiin, and let 'em win the work. The devil was amongst gal. 'em, I think, surely.
[Shouts. I thank ye heartily : so shall this lady, Port. These are the youths that thunder at a play- When she has so much English. house, and fight for bitten apples; that no audience, Cran.
Let me speak, sir, but the Tribulation of Tower-hill
, or the limbs of For Heaven now bids me; and the words I utter
Upon this land a thousand thousand blessings,
(But few now living can behold that goodness)
Where are these porters, More covetous of wisdom, and fair virtue,
That mould up such a mighty piece as this is,
With all the virtues that attend the good,
She'shall be lov'd, and fear'd: her own shall bless her:
An't please your honour Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, We are but men; and what so many may do,
And hang their heads with sorrow: good grows with Not being torn a pieces, we have done :
her. An army cannot rule 'em.
In her days every man shall eat in safety
Under his own vine what he plants, and sing
The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours. By the heels, and suddenly; and on your heads God shall be truly known; and those about her Clap round fines for neglect. Y'are lazy knaves;
From her shall read the perfect ways of honour,
And by those claim their greatness, not by blood. An aged princess; many days shall see her,
Would I had known no more! but she must die :
She must; the saints must have her : yet a virgin,
A most unspotted lily shall she pass
To the ground, and all the world shall mourn her.
Thou hast made me now a man: never, before
This happy child, did I get any thing.
To see what this child does, and praise my Maker.
I have receiv'd much honour by your presence,
He has business at his house, for all shall stay :
Thou speakest wonders. This little one shall make it holiday. (Exeunt. Cran. She shall be, to the happiness of England,
'Tis ten to one, this play can never please
All the expected good we 're like to hear