89 135 141 99 145 of us, 150 weeps! King. 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. King. Pray you, arise, My good and gracious Lord of Canterbury. Come, you and I must walk a turn together; I have news to tell you. Come, come, give me your hand. Ah, my good lord, I grieve at what I speak, 95 And am right sorry to repeat what follows. I have, and most unwillingly, of late Heard many grievous, I do say, my lord, Grievous complaints of you; which, being con sider'd, Have mov'd us and our council, that you shall This morning come before us ; where, I know, You cannot with such freedom purge your self But that, till further trial in those charges Which will require your answer, you must take Your patience to you, and be well contented 105 To make your house our Tower. You a brother It fits we thus proceed, or else no witness Would come against you. Cran.. ,[Kneeling.) I humbly thank your Highness ; And am right glad to catch this good occa sion Most throughly to be winnowed, where my chaff And corn shall fly asunder; for, I know, There's none stands under more calumnious tongues Than I myself, poor man. King. Stand up, good Canterbury! Thy truth and thy integrity is rooted In us, thy friend. Give me thy hand, stand up; Prithee, let's walk. Now, by my holidame, What manner of man are you? My lord, I look'd You would have given me your petition, that I should have ta'en some pains to bring to gether Yourself and your accusers; and to have heard you, Without indurance, further. Cran. Most dread liege, The good I stand on is my truth and honesty. If they shall fail, I, with mine enemies, Will triumph o'er my person ; which I weigh not, Being of those virtues vacant. I fear nothing What can be said against me. King. Know you not How your state stands i' the world, with the whole world ? Your enemies are many, and not small; their practices Must hear the same proportion; and not ever The justice and the truth o' the question car ries The due o the verdict with it. At what ease 110 Might corrupt minds procure knaves as cor rupt To swear against you ? Such things have been done. You are potently oppos’d, and with a malice Of as great size. Ween you of better luck, I mean, in perjur'd witness, than your Mas ter, Whose minister you are, whiles here He liv'd Upon this naughty earth ? Go to, go to ! You take a precipice for no leap of danger, And woo your own destruction. Cran. God and your Majesty Protect mine innocence, or I fall into The trap is laid for me! King. Be of good cheer; They shall no more prevail than we give way to. Keep comfort to you; and this morning see You do appear before them. If they shall chance, In charging you with matters, to commit you, The best persuasions to the contrary Fail not to use, and with what vehemency The occasion shall instruct you. If entreaties Will render you no remedy, this ring Deliver them, and your appeal to us There make before them. Look, the good man He's honest, on mine honour. God's blest mother! I swear he is true-hearted ; and a soul None better in my kingdom. Get you gone, 165 And do as I have bid you. (Erit Cranmer.) He has strangled His language in his tears. Enter OLD LADY (LOVELL following). Gent. (Within.) Come back! What mean Old L. 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! King. Now, by thy looks I guess thy message. Is the Queen deliver'd ? Say, ay; and of a boy. Old L. Ay, ay, my liege; And of a lovely boy. The God of heaven Both now and ever bless her! 't is a girl, Promises boys hereafter. Sir, your queen Desires your visitation, and to be Acquainted with this stranger. 'Tis as like you As cherry is to cherry. King. Lovell ! Lov. Sir ? King. Give her an hundred marks. I'll to the Queen. [Exit. 170 Old L. An hundred marks! By this light, I'll ha' more. An ordinary groom is for such payment. I will have more, or gcold it out of him. Said I for this, the girl was like to him? I will have more, or else unsay't; and now, 175 While it is hot, I'll put it to the issue. (Exeunt. you? 115 169 120 165 124 138 me 8 10 me SCENE II. (Lobby before the council-chamber.] (Pursuivants, Pages, etc., attending.) Enter CRANMER, Archbishop of Canterbury. Cran. I hope I am not too late ; and yet the gentleman, That was sent to me from the council, pray'd To make great haste. All fast? what means this? Ho! Who waits there? Sure, you know me ? Enter KEEPER. Keep. Yes, my lord ; But yet I cannot help you. I Cran. Why? Keep. Your Grace must wait till you be call'd for. Enter DOCTOR BUTTS. Cran. So. Butts. [Aside.] This is a piece of malice. I am glad I came this way so happily; the King Shall understand it presently, (Exit. 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 God turn their hearts! I never sought their maliceTo quench mine honour; they would shame to make me Wait else at door, a fellow-counsellor, 'Mong boys, grooms, and lackeys. But their pleasures Must be fulfill'd, and I attend with patience. Enter the King and Butts, at a window above. Butts. I'll show your Grace the strangest sight King. What's that, Butts ? Butts. I think your Highness saw this many a day. King. Body o' me, where is it? Butts. There, my lord : The high promotion of his Grace of Canter bury; Who holds his state at door, 'mongst pursui vants, Pages, and footboys. King. Ha! 't is he, indeed. Is this the honour they do one another ? 'Tis well there's one above 'em yet. I had thought They had parted so much honesty among 'em, At least, good manners, as not thus to suffer A man of his place, and so near our favour, 30 To dance attendance on their lordships' plea sures, And at the door too, like a post with packets. By holy Mary, Butts, there's knavery. Let 'em alone, and draw the curtain close ; We shall hear more anon, (Ereunt.) 36 (SCENE III. The council-chamber.) A council-table brought in with chairs and stock. and placed under the state. Enter LORD CHANCELLOR; places himself at the upper end of the table on the left hand; a seat being left void above him, as for Canterbury's seat. DUKE OF SUFFOLK, DUKE OF NORFOLK, SURREY, LORD CHAMBERLAIN, GARDINE, seat themselves in order on each side. CROWWELL at lower end, as secretary. KEEPER at the door.) Chan. Speak to the business, master secte tary. Why are we met in council ? Crom. Please your honours, The chief cause concerns his Grace of Canter bury. Gar. Has he had knowledge of it ? Crom. Yes. Nor. Who waits there? Keep. Without, my noble lords? Gar. Yes. Keep. My Lord Archbishop; And has done half an hour, to know your pleasures. Chan. Let him come in. Keep. Your Grace may enter nov. CRANMER (enters and) approaches the council table. Chan. My good Lord Archbishop, I'm very sorry To sit here at this present, and behold That chair stand empty; but we all are men, 35 In our own natures frail, and capable Of our flesh ; few are angels : out of which frailty And want of wisdom, yon, that best should teach us, chaplains, Gar. Which reformation must be sudden too, bours, progress ne way, and safely; and the end : 20 19 spur 'em 25 45 sure 90 94 65 thank you. 100 61 Was ever, to do well; nor is there living, ships, 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 virtae, no man dare accuse you. 50 Gar. My lord, because we have business of more moment, We will be short with you. 'Tis his Highness' pleasure And our consent, for better trial of you, From hence you be committed to the Tower; 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 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, 85 Lay all the weight ye can upon my patience, I make as little doubt you do conscience In doing daily wrongs. I could say more, But reverence to your calling makes me mod est. Gar. My lord, my lord, you are a sectary, 70 That's the plain truth. Your painted gloss dis covers, To men that understand you, words and weakCrom. My Lord of Winchester, you are a little, By your good favour, too sharp; men so no ble, Good master secretary, Why, my lord ? 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. as Forbear for shame, my lords. Gar. I have done. Crom. And I. [Chan.] Then thus for you, my lord: it stands agreed, I take it, by all voices, that forth with You be convey'd to the Tower a prisoner; There to remain till the King's further pleaBe known unto us. Are you all agreed, lords ? All. We are. Cran. Is there no other way of mercy, But I must needs to the Tower, my lords ? Gar. What other Would you expect? You are strangely trouble some. Let some o' the guard be ready there. Enter Guard. Cran. For me? Must I go like a traitor thither? Gar. Receive him, And see him safe i' the Tower, Cran. Stay, good my lords, I have a little yet to say. Look there, my lords; Cham. This is the King's ring. 'Tis no counterfeit. Suf. 'Tis the right ring, by heaven! I told When we first put this dangerous stone a-roll ing, 'Twould fall upon ourselves. Nor. Do you think, my lords, The King will suffer but the little finger Of this man to be vex'd ? Cham. 'T is now too certain. How much more is his life in value with him ? Would I were fairly out on't ! Crom. My mind gave me, In seeking tales and informations Against this man, whose honesty the devil And his disciples only envy at, Ye blew the fire that burns ye. Now have at ye! Enter KING, frowning on them; takes his seat. Gar. Dread sovereign, how much are we bound to Heaven In daily thanks, that gave us such a prince; 116 Not only good and wise, but most religious; One that, in all obedience, makes the Church The chief aim of his honour; and, to strengthen That holy duty, out of dear respect, His royal self in judgement comes to hear The cause betwixt her and this great offender. King. You were ever good at sudden com mendations, Bishop of Winchester. But know, I come not To hear such flattery now, and in my pres ence; They are too thin and bare to hide offences. 125 To me you cannot reach you play the spaniel, ye all, 106 110 ness. 80 120 And think with wagging of your tongue to win me; 130 135 141 145 11 nons 150 But, whatsoe'er thou tak'st me for, I'm sure Thou hast a cruel nature and a bloody. [To Cranmer.) Good man, sit down. Now let me see the proudest He, that darcs most, but wag his finger at thee: By all that's holy, he had better starve Than but once think this place becomes thee not. Sur. May it please your Grace, King. No, sir, it does not please me. I had thought I had had men of some under standing And wisdom of my council; but I find none. Was it discretion, lords, to let this man, This good man, — few of you deserve that title, mission Thus far, My most dread sovereign, may it like your Grace To let my tongue excuse all. What was pur pos'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'm sure, in me. King. 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 beholding 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 Canterbury, I have a suit which you must not deny me; That is, a fair young maid that yet wants bap tism, You must be godfather, and answer for her. Cran. The greatest monarch now alive may glory, spare your spoons. You shall have two noble partners the old Duchess of Norfolk and Lady Marquess Dorset. Will these please you? Once more, my Lord of Winchester, I charge you, Embrace and love this man. Gar. With a true heart And brother-love I do it. Cran. And let Heaven Witness how dear I hold this confirmation, King. Good man, those joyful tears show thy true heart. The common voice, I see, is verified Canterbury (Ereunt. SCENE (IV. 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. (Voice.] (Within.) Good master porter, I be long to the larder. Port. Belong to the gallows, and be hang'd, ye rogue! Is this a place to roar in ? Fetch me a dozen crab-tree staves, and strong ones ; these are but_switches to 'em. I'll scratch your heads. You must be seeing christenings? Do you look for ale and cakes here, you rude rascals? Man. Pray, sir, be patient. 'T is as much impossible Port. How got they in, and be hang'd ? in ? You did nothing, sir. Man. I am not Samson, nor Sir Guy, nor Colbrand, To mow 'em down before me; but if I spar'd any That had a head to hit, either young or old, He or she, cuckold or cuckold-maker, Let me ne'er hope to see a chine again; And that I would not for a cow, God save her! [Voice.] (Within.) Do you hear, master por 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 'em 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 door! On my Christian conscience, this one christening will beget a thousand; here will be father, godfather, 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 reigu in 's nose ; all that stand about him are under the 155 1 160 ter? 165 with you, 170 178 70 11 line, they need no other penance: that firedrake 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 rail'd upon me till her pink'd porringer fell off her head, for kin- (50 dling such a combustion in the state. I miss'd the meteor once, and hit that woman; who scried out “Clubs !" when I might see from far some forty truncheoners draw to her succour, which were the hope o' the Strand, where [86 she was quartered. They fell on; I made good my place; at length they came to the broomstaff to me; I defi'd 'em still; when suddenly a file of boys behind 'em, loose shot, deliver'd such a shower of pebbles, that I was fain to draw mine honour in, and let 'em win the work. The devil was amongst 'em, I think, surely. 62 Port. These are the youths that thunder at a playhouse, and fight for bitten apples; that no audience but the tribulation of Tower-hill or the limbs of Limehouse, their dear brothers, are able to endure. I have some of 'em in Limbo Patrum, and there they are like to dance these three days; besides the running banquet of two beadles that is to come. Enter LORD CHAMBERLAIN. here! They grow still too; from all parts they are coming As if we kept a fair here! Where are these porters, These lazy knaves? Ye have made a fine hand, fellows; There's a trim rabble let in. Are all these Your faithful friends o' the suburbs? We shall have Great store of room, no doubt, left for the ladies, When they pass back from the christening. Port. An't please your honour, We are but men; and what so many may do, Not being torn a-pieces, we have done. An army cannot rule 'em. Cham. As I live, If the King blame me for 't, I'll lay ye all By the heels, and suddenly; and on your heads Clap round fines for neglect. Ye're lazy knaves; And here ye lie baiting of bombards, when Ye should do service. Hark! the trumpets sound; They're come already from the christening. Go, break among the press, and find a way out To let the troop pass fairly; or I'll find A Marshalsea shall hold ye play these two months. You great fellow, Stand close up, or I 'll make your head ache. Port. You i' the camlet, get up o' the rail ; I'll peck you o'er the pales else. (Eseunt. SCENE (V. The palace.] Enter trumpets, sounding; then two Aldermen, Lord Mayor, GARTER, CRANMER, Duke of Norfolk with his marshal's staff, Duke of Suffolk, two Noblemen bearing great standing-bowls for the christening-gifts; then four Noblemen bearing a canopy, under which the Duchess of Norfolk, godmother, bearing the child richly habited in a mantle, etc., train borne by a Lady; then follows the Marchioness Dorset, the other god mother, and Ladies. The troop, pass once about the stage, and Garter speaks. Gart. Heaven, from thy endless goodness, send prosperous life, long, and ever happy, to the high and mighty Princess of England, Elizabeth! Flourish. Enter King and Guard. and the good queen, you, good Lord Archbishop. What is her name? Cran. Elizabeth. Stand up, lord. [The King kisses the child. With this kiss take my blessing : God protect thee! Amen. prodigal. Let me speak, sir, For Heaven now bids me; and the words I utter Let none think flattery, for they 'll find 'em truth. This royal infant- Heaven still move about her! Though in her cradle, yet now promises Upon this land a thousand thousand blessings, Which time shall bring to ripeness. She shall be But few now living can behold that goodness A pattern to all princes living with her, And all that shall succeed. Saba was never More covetous of wisdom and fair virtue Than this pure soul shall be. All princely graces, That mould up such a mighty piece as this is, With all the virtues that attend the good, Shall still be doubled on her. Truth shall nurse her, Holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her, so She shall be lov'd and fear'd: her own shall bless her: Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, And hang their heads with sorrow. Good grows with her. In her days every man shall eat in safety, Under his own vine, what he plants, and sing * 75 14 80 a 21 25 85 90 |
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