Suf. I wish your Highness A quiet night, and my good miftrefs will Remember in my prayers. King Charles, a good night: Well, Sir, what follows? Enter Sir Anthony Denny. [Exit Suffolk. Denny. Sir, I have brought my lord the Arch bishop, As you commanded me. King. Ha! Canterbury! Denny. Yea, my good lord. King. 'Tis true-where is he, Denny ? Denny. He attends your Highnefs' pleasure. King. Bring him to us. Lov. This is about that, which the Bishop spake; [Exit Denny. I am happily come hither. [Afide. Cran. I am fearful: wherefore frowns he thus ? "Tis his afpect of terror. King. How now, my All's not well. lord? you do defire to know, T'attend your Highness' pleasure. King. Pray you, rife ; My good and gracious lord of Canterbury: Come, you and I must walk a turn together: I've news to tell you. Come, give me your hand, Grievous complaints of you; which being confider'd, S.3 This This morning come before us; where I know, To make your house our Tower: You a brother of us, It fits we thus proceed; or elfe no witness Cran. I humbly thank your Highness, And am right glad to catch this good occafion And corn fhall fly afunder. For, I know, There's none ftands under more calumnious tongues King. Stand up, good Canterbury; In us, thy friend. Give me thy hand, stand Cran. Moft dread Liege, The good I ftand on is my truth and honesty: If they fhall fall, I with mine enemies Will triumph o'er my perfon; which I weigh not, What can be faid against me. King. Know you not How your ftate ftands i'th' world, with the whole world? Your foes are many, and not fmall; their practices Might corrupt minds procure knaves as corrupt I mean, I mean, in perjur'd witness, than your mafter, Cran. God and your Majefty Protect mine innocence, or I fall into King. Be of good cheer; They fhall no more prevail, than we give way to: There make before them. Look, the good man weeps! He's honeft, on mine honour. God's bleft mother! I fwear, he is true-hearted; and a foul None better in my kingdom. Get you gone, And do as I have bid you. [Exit Cranmer. H'as ftrangled all his language in his tears. Enter an old Lady. Gen. [Within.] Come back; what mean you? Will make my boldness manners. Now good angels Under their blessed wings! I guess thy meffage. Say, ay; and of a boy. Is the Queen deliver❜d ? Lady. Ay, ay, my Liege; And of a lovely boy; the God of heav'n S $ 4 Defires Defires your vifitation; and to be Acquainted with this ftranger; 'tis as like you, King, Lovell Lov. Sir. King. Give her an hundred marks. I'll to the Queen. [Exit King. Lady. An hundred marks! by this light, I'll ha more. An ordinary groom is for fuch payment. Have more, or elfe unfay't: now, while 'tis hot, [Exit Ladje SCENE IV. Gran. Before the Council-chamber. Enter Cranmer. I Hope, I'm not too late; and yet the gentle man, That was fent to me from the Council, pray'd me To make great hafte. All faft? what means this? hoa? Who waits there? fure, you know me? Enter Door-Keeper. D. Keep. Yes, my lord; But yet I cannot help you. D. Keep. Your Grace muft wait, 'till you be call'ď for. Butts. This is a piece of malice: I am glad, I came this way fo happily. The King Shall understand it presently. Cran. 'Tis Butts, [Exit Butts.: The The King's phyfician; as he past along, Pray heav'n, he found not my difgrace! for certain, (God turn their hearts! I never fought their malice) me 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 Highnefs faw this many a day. 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? 'Tis well, there's one above 'em yet. I thought, |