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I guess thy message. Is the Queen deliver'd?
Lady. Ay, ay, my Liege ;
King. Lovell !
[Exit Lady, SCENE IV. Before the Council-chamber.
Enter Cranmer, Cran. I hope I'm not too late; and yet the Gentle
Enter Doctor Butts.
Butts. This is a piece of malice. I am glad
This is of purpose laid by some that hate me,
[me, 'Mong boys, and grooms, and lackeys! but their pleaMust be fulfill d, and I attend with patience. [sures
Enter the King, and Butts, at a window above.
Bittts. There, my Lord.
King. Ha! 'tis he indeed.
SCENE V The councile
A council-table brought in, with chairs and stools, 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 the Archbishop of Canterbury. Duke of Suffolk, Duke of Norfolk, Surry, Lord Chamberlain, and Gardiner, feat themfelves in order on each side, Cromwell at the lower end, as Secretary.
Chan. Speak to the business, Mr. Secretary :
Crom. Please your Honours,
D. Keep. My Lord Archbishop ;
Cban. Let him come in.
[Cranmer approaches the council-table.
But we all are men In our own natures frail, and capable Of frailty, few are angels : from which frailty, And want of wisdom, you that best should teach us, Have misdemean’d yourself, and not a little ; Tow'rd the King first, and then his laws, in filling The whole realm, by your teaching and your chaplains, (For so we are inform’d), with new opinions Divers and dangerous, which are heresies ; And not reform’d, may prove pernicious.
Gard. Which reformation must be sudden too, My noble Lords ; for those that tame wild horses, Pace 'ein not in their hands to make 'em gentle ; But stop their mouths with stubborn bits, and spurem, Till they obey the manage. If we suffer (Out of our easiness and childish pity To one man's honour) this contagious fickness, Farewel all phyfic: and what follows then? Commotions, uproars, with a gen'ral taint Of the whole state: as of late days our neighbours The Upper Germany can dearly witness, Yet freshly pitied in our memories.
Cran. My good Lords, hitherto, in all the progress Both of my life and office, I have labour'd (And with no little study) that my teaching, And the strong course of my authority, Might go one way, and safely; and the end Was ever to do well : nor is there living (I speak it with a single heart, my Lords) A man that more detests, more stirs against, (Both in his private conscience and his place), Defacers of the public peace, than I do.
Pray Heav'n, the King may never find a heart
Stuf Nay, my Lord,
moment, We will be short wi' you. 'Tis his Highness' pleasure, And our content, 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. Ay, my good Lord of Winchester, I thank you, You're always my good friend; if your will pass, I shall both find your Lordship judge and juror, You are fo merciful. I see your end, 'Tis my undoing. Love and meekness, Lord, Become a churchman better than ambition: Win straying fouls with modesty again, Caft none away. That I shall clear myself, (Lay all the weight ye can upon my patience), I make as little doubt, as you do conscience In doing daily wrongs. I could say more, But rev'rence to your calling makes me modest.
Gard. My Lord, my Lord, you are a fectary, That's the plain truth; your painted gloss discovers, To men that underitand you, words and weakness.
Crom. My Lord of Winchester, you are little,
Gard Good Mr. Secretary,
Gro11. Why, my Lord ?
Of this new sect ! ye are not found.
Crom. Not found ?
Grom. Would you were half so honest !
Gard. I shall remember this bold language.
Cham. This is too much;
Gard. I've done.
Cham. Then thus for you my Lord: it stands agreed,
All. We are.
way mercy, But I'must needs to th' Tower, my Lords?
Gard. What other
Gard. Receive him,
Cran. Stay, good my Lords,
Cham. This is the King's ring.
Suf. 'Tis his right ring, by Heav'n. I told ye all, When we first put this dang'rous stone a-rowling, 'Twould fall