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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
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.
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,
(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,
(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.
Who waits there? Keep. Without, my noble lords? Gar.
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
Gar. Which reformation must be sudden too,
ne way, and safely; and the end
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
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.
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
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,
And think with wagging of your tongue to win
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
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
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
The common voice, I see, is verified
(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
Port. How got they in, and be hang'd ?
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
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
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,
good Lord Archbishop. What is her name? Cran.
lord. [The King kisses the child. With this kiss take my blessing : God protect
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 *