20 Lov. My lord, I love you; And durst commend a secret to your ear Much weightier than this work. The queen's in labour, They say, in great extremity; and fear'd, She'll with the labour end. Gard. The fruit, she goes with, I pray for heartily; that it may find Good time, and live: but for the stock, Sir Thomas, I wish it grubb'd up now. Lov. Methinks, I could Cry the amen; and yet my conscience says Hear me, Sir Thomas: You are a gentleman 'Twill not, Sir Thomas Lovel, take't of me→ 30 'Till Cranmer, Cromwell, her two hands, and she, Sleep in their graves. Lov. Now, sir, you speak of two 40 The most remark'd i'the kingdom. As for Crom well Beside that of the jewel-house, he's made master Gard. Gard. Yes, yes, Sir Thomas, There are that dare; and I myself have ventur'd Incens'd the lords o' the council, that he is A most arch heretick, a pestilence 51 60 That does infect the land: with which they moved, vant. As LOVEL is going out, enter the King, and the Duke of SUFFOLK. King. Charles, I will play no more to-night; My mind's not on't, you are too hard for me. Suf. Sir, I did never win of you before. King. But little, Charles; Nor shall not, when my fancy's on my play.- Lov. I could not personally deliver to her 70 In the greatest humbleness, and desir'd your hignness Most heartily to pray for her. King. What say'st thou ha! Το pray for her what, is she crying out? Lov. So said her woman; and that her sufferance made Almost each pang a death. King. Alas, good lady! Suf. God safely quit her of her burden, and King. 'Tis midnight, Charles, Pr'ythee, to bed; and in thy prayers remember Suf. I wish your highness A quiet night, and my good mistress will Remember in my prayers. 80 90 King. Charles, good night. [Exit SUFFOLK. Enter Sir ANTHONY DENNY. Well, sir, what follows? Denny. Sir, I have brought my lord the archbishop, As you commanded me. King. Hal Canterbury > Denny. Ay, my good lord. King. 'Tis true: Where is he, Denny? Denny. He attends your highness' pleasure. 99 [Exit DENNY. I am happily come hither. Lov. This is about that which the bishop spake ; Re-enter DENNY, with CRANMER. [Aside. King. Avoid the gallery. [LOVEL seemeth to stay. Ha! I have said.-Be gone. What! [Exeunt LovEL, and DENNY. 'Tis his aspect of terror. All's not well. Cran. I am fearful:-Wherefore frowns he thus ? King. How now, my lord? You do desire to know Wherefore I sent for you. Cran. 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; 110 I have news to tell you: Come, come, give me your hand. Ah, my good lord, I grieve at what I speak, And am right sorry to repeat what follows: 121 Grievous complaints of you; which, being consider'd, To To make your house our Tower: You a brother of us, It fits we thus proceed, or else no witness Cran. I humbly thank your highness; And am right glad to catch this good occasion Most thoroughly to be winnow'd, where my chaff 130 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; Pr'ythee, let's walk. Now, by my holy dame, 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 together 141 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; Will triumph o'er my person; which I weigh not, King. Know you not 150 How your state stands i' the world, with the whole world? Your enemies are many, and not small; their prac tices Must |