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Our reasons laid before him, hath commanded
To-morrow morning to the council-board
He be convented. 3 He's a rank weed, Sir
Thomas,

And we must root him out. From your affairs
I hinder you too long: good night, Sir Thomas.
Lov. Many good nights, my lord: I rest
your servant.

[Exeunt Gardiner and Page.

Enter King and SUFFOLK.

K. Hen. Charles, I will play no more tonight;

My mind 's not on 't; you are too hard for me.
Suf. Sir, I did never win of you before.
K. Hen. But little, Charles;

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bishop spake:

I am happily come hither.

Re-enter DENNY with CRANMER.

K. Hen. Avoid the gallery.

to stay.] Ha! I have said. What!

[Lovell seems Be gone.

[Exeunt Lovell and Denny. Cran. [Aside] I am fearful: wherefore frowns he thus?

'Tis his aspect of terror. All's not well. K. Hen. How now, my lord! you do desire to know

Wherefore I sent for you.

Cran. [Kneeling]

It is my duty To attend your highness' pleasure.

K. Hen.

My good and gracious Lord of Canterbury.

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Pray you, arise,

[Cranmer rises.