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And durft commend a secret to your ear
Much weightier than this work. The Queen's in

labour,
They say, in great extremity ; 'tis fear'd,
She'll with the labour end.
Gard. The fruit she

goes

with I pray

for heartily, that ic may find
Good time, and live ; but for the stock, Sir Thomas,
I with it grubb'd up now.

Lov. Methinks, I could
Cry the Amen; and yet my conscience fays,
She's a good creature, and sweet lady, does
Deserve our better wishes.

Gard. But, Sir, Sir.
Hear me, Sir Thomasa

--You're a gentleman i Of mine own way; I know you wise, religious ; And, let me tell you, it will ne'er be well, 'Twill not, Sir Thomas Lovell, take't of me, 'Till Cranmer, Cromwell, her two hands, and she, Sleep in their graves,

Lov. Now, Sir, you speak of two The most remark'd 'th' kingdom. As for Cromwell, Beside that of the jewel-house, he's made master O'th'Rolls, and the King's Secretary ; further, 4 Stands in the gap and trade for more preferments, With which the time will load him. Th’Archbishop Is the King's hand, and tongue; and who dare speak One fyllable against him?

Gard. Yes, Sir I boinas,
There are that dare; and I my felf have ventur'd
To speak my mind of him. Indeed, this day,
Sir, I may tell it you, I think, I have
Incens'd the Lords o'th' Council, that he is,

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For fo I know he is, they know he is,
A most arch heretick, a pestilence
That does infect the land, with which they mov'd,
Have s broken with the King; who hath so far
Giv'n ear to our complaint, of his great Grace
And princely care, foreseeing those fell mischiefs
Our reasons laid before him, he hath commanded,
To morrow-morning at the council-board
He be convened. He's a rank weed, Sir Thomas,
And we must root him out. From your affairs
I hinder you too long: good night, Sir Thomas.

(Exeunt Gardiner and Page. Lov. Many good nights, my lord; I rest your

fervant.

[Exit Lovell.

SCENE II.

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Changes to an Apartment in the Palace.

Enter King and Suffolk.

King.

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before.
King. But little, Charles;
Nor shall not, when my fancy's on my play.

Re-enter Lovell.

· Now, Lovell, from the Queen, what's the news ?

Lov. I could not personally deliver to her
What you commanded me, but by her woman
I sent your message; who return'd her thanks
In greatest humbleness, and begg'd your Highness
Most heartily to pray for her.

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King. What say's thou! ha! To pray for her! what, is The crying out? Lov. So said her woman, and that her fuffrance

made Almoft each pang a death.

King. Alas, good lady!

Suf. God sately quit her of her burden, and
With gentle travel, to the gladding of
Your Highness with an heir !

King. 'Tis midnight, Charles ;
Prythee, to bed; and in thy pray’rs remember
Th'estate of my poor Queen. Leave me alone ;
For I must think of that which company
Would not be friendly to.

Suf. I wish your Highness
A quiet night, and my good mistress will
Remember in my prayers.
King. Charles, a good night.

[Exit Suffolk.
Enter Sir Anthony Denny.
Well, Sir, what follows ?
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 Highness' pleasure.
King. Bring him to us.

[Exit Denny Lov. This is about that, which the Bishop spake ; I am happily come hither,

[ Afide, Enter Cranmer and Denny, King. Avoid the Gallery. [Lovell seemetb to stay.

Ha! I have said be gone. What!

[Exeunt Lovell and Denny,

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Cran. I am fearful. Wherefore frowns he thus? 'Tis his aspect of terror, All's not well.

King. How now, my Lord ? you do desire to know, Wherefore I fent for you.

Cran. [kneeling,] It is my duty T'attend your Highness' pleasure. .

King. Pray you, rise ! 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. Ah, my good Lord, I grieve at what I speak; And am right forry to repeat what follows. I have, and most unwillingly, of late Heard inany grievous, I do fay, my Lord, Grievous complaints of you ; which being consider'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 yourself, But that, till further trial, in those charges Which will require your answer, you must take Your patience to you, and be well contented To make your house our Tower. 'You a brother of

us, It fits we thus proceed; or else no witness Would come against you.

Cran. [Kneeling.] I humbly thank your Highness, And am righệ glad to catch this good occasion Moit throughly to be winnow'd, 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 ;

-rou a brother of us.] that the witnesses against you You being one of the council, may not be deterr’d. it is neceffary to imprison you,

Thy

Thy truth and thy integrity is rooted
In us, thy friend. Give me thy hand, stand up;
Pr’ythee, let's walk. [Cranmer rises.] Now, by my

holy dame,
What marner 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
Youríelf and your accusers, and have heard you
Without indurance further.

Cran. Most dread Liege,
* The good I stand on is my truth and honesty :
If they shall fall, I with mine enemies
Will triumph o’er my person, which I weigh not,
Being of those virtues vacant. I fear nothing
Which can be said against me.

King. Know you not
How your state stands i'th' world, with the whole world?
Your foes are many, and not small; their practices
Must bear the same proportion; and not ever
The justice and the truth o'th' question carries
The due o'th' verdict with it. At what ease
Might corrupt minds procure knaves as corrupt

To swear against you ? Such things have been done,
You're potently oppos’d; and with a malice
Of as great fize.
size. Ween you

of better luck,
I mean, in perjur'd witness, than your master,
Whole minister you are, while here he liv'd
l'pon 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 inta
The trap is laid for me!

King. Be of good cheer;
They ihall no niore prevail, than we give way to.

*The good' I pand on.] Though may helpor support, yet it would, grand may be taken for advantage I think, be more natural to say, or juperiority, or any thing which The ground I ftand on.

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