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This morning come before us; where I know,
It fits we thus proceed; or elfe no witness
Cran. I humbly thank your Highness,
King. Stand up, good Canterbury;
Cran. Moft dread Liege,
The good I ftand on is my truth and honesty:
Will triumph o'er my perfon; which I weigh not,
King. Know you not
How your ftate ftands i'th' world, with the whole
Your foes are many, and not fmall; their practices
I mean, in perjur'd witness, than your mafter,
Protect mine innocence, or I fall into
King. Be of good cheer;
They fhall no more prevail, than we give way to:
Deliver them, and your appeal to us
He's honeft, on mine honour.
God's bleft mother!
Get you gone,
Enter an old Lady.
Gen. [Within.] Come back; what mean you?
Will make my boldness manners. Now good angels
Is the Queen deliver'd ?
King. Now, by thy looks
Defires your vifitation; and to be
Acquainted with this ftranger; 'tis as like you,
King. Give her an hundred marks.
I'll to the [Exit King.
Lady. An hundred marks! by this light, I'll ha'
An ordinary groom is for fuch payment.
Before the Council-chamber.
I Hope, I'm not too late; and yet the gentle
That was fent to me from the Council, pray'd me
Who waits there? fure, you know me?
D. Keep. Yes, my lord;
D. Keep. Your Grace muft wait, 'till you be call'ď
Enter Doctor Butts.
Butts. This is a piece of malice: I am glad,
Cran. 'Tis Butts,
The King's phyfician; as he past along,
Wait elfe at door: a fellow-counfellor,"
'Mong boys and grooms and lackeys! but their plea- ́; fures
Muft be fulfill'd, and I attend with patience.
Enter the King and Butts, at a window above. Butts. I'll fhew your Grace the ftrangest fightKing. What's that, Butts?
Butts. I think, your Highness faw this many a
King. Body o' me: where is it?
Butts. There, my lord:
The high promotion of his Grace of Canterbury,
King. Ha! 'tis he, indeed.
Is this the honour they do one another?
A council-table brought in with chairs and fools, and placed under the fate. Enter Lord Chancellor, places himself at the upper end of the table on the left hand : A feat being left void above him, as for the Archbishop of Canterbury. Duke of Suffolk, Duke of Norfolk, Surrey, Lord Chamberlain, and Gardiner, feat themselves in order on each fide. Cromwell at the lower end, as Secretary.
Chan. Why are we met in Council ?
Crom. Please your Honours,
PEAK to the bufinefs, Mr. Secretary:
The cause concerns his Grace of Ganterbury.
Nor. Who waits there?
D. Keep. Without, my noble lords
D. Keep. My lord Archbishop;
And has done half an hour, to know your pleasures.
Chan. Let him come in.
D. Keep Your Grace may enter now.
[Cranmer approaches the council-tables
Chan. My good lord Archbishop, I'm very forry
we are all men
In our own natures frail, and capable Offrailty, -] If all men were actually frail, they were more than capable of frailty; to understand this therefore, as only faid of the natural weakness of humanity, it is abfurdly expreffed; but this was not our author's fenfe: By, in our own natures frail, he alludes to the doctrine of original fin: So that the fentie ment is this, We are finners by imputation, and liable to become actually fo.