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May have a tomb of orphan's tears wept on 'em! 2 Gent. And so are you.
What more?

i Gent. You come to take your stand here, and beCrom. That Cranmer is retorn’d with welcome,

hold Installid lord archbishop of Canterbury.

The lady Anne pass from her coronation? Wol. That's news indeed,

2 Gent. 'Tis all my business. Atour last encounter, Crom. Last, that the lady Anne,

The duke of Buckingham came from his trial. Whom the king hath in secrecy long married, 1 Gent. 'Tis very true: but that time offer'd sorrow, This day was view'd in open, as his queen,

This, general joy. Going to chapel; and the voice is now

2 Gent. 'Tis well. The citizens, Only about her coronation.

I am sure, have shown at full their royal minds ;
Wol. There was the weight, that pull’d me down. As, let them have their rights, they are ever forward
O Cromwell,

In celebration of this day, with shows,
The king has gone beyond me, all my glories Pageants, and sights of honour.
In that one woman I have lost for ever.

1 Gent. Never greater,
No sun shall ever usher forth mine honours, Nor, I'll assure you, better taken, sir.
Or gild again the noble troops, that waited 2 Gent. May I be bold to ask, what that contains,
Upon my smiles. Go, get thee from me, Cromwell! That paper in


hand ? I am a poor fallen man, unworthy now,

1 Gent. Yes; 'tis the list
To be thy lord and master. Seek the king; Of those, that claim their offices this day,
That sun, I pray, may never set! I have told him By custom of the coronation.
What, and how true thou art: he will advance thee; The duke of Suffolk is the first, and claims
Some little memory of me will stir him,

To be high steward; next, the duke of Norfolk, (I know his noble nature,) not to let

He to be earl marshal; you may read the rest. Thy hopeful service perish too. Good Cromwell, 2 Gent. I thank you, sir; had I not known those Neglect him not! make use now, and provide

customs, For thine own future safety!

I should have been beholden to your paper. Crom. O my lord,

But, I beseech you, what's become of Catharine,
Must I then leave you ? must I needs forego The princess dowager? how goes her business?
So good, so noble, and so true a master?

1 Gent. That I can tell you too. The archbishop
Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, of Canterbury, accompanied with other
With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord. - Learned and reverend fathers of his order,
The king shall have my service; but my prayers Held a late court at Dunstable, six miles off
For ever, and for ever, shall be yours.

From Ampthill, where the princess lay; to which
Il'ol. Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear She oft was cited by them, but appear'd not:
In all my miseries; but thou hast forc'd me, And, to be short, for not appearance, and
Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. The king's late scruple, by the main assent
Let's dry onr eyes, and thus far hear me, Cromwell! Of all these learned men she was divorc'd,
And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be,

And the late marriage made of none'effect :
And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Since which, she was removed to Kimbolton,
Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee,

Where she remains now sick. Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, 2 Gent. Alas, good lady!

[Trumpets. And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, The trumpets sound: stand close, the queen is coming. Found thee a way, out of his wréck, to rise in; A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it!

THE ORDER OF THE PROCESSION. Mark but my fall, and that, that ruin'd me!

A lirely flourish of trumpets; then, enter Cromwell, I charge thee, fing away ambition !

1. Two Judges. By that sin fell the angels; how can man then, 2. Lord Chancellor, with the purse and mace beThe image of his Maker, hope to win by't?

fore him. Love thyself last! cherish those hearts that hate thee ! 3. Choristers singing. Corruption wins not more, than honesty.

4. Mayor of London bearing the mace. Ther Gar Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace,

ter, in his coat of arns, and on his head To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not!

a gilt copper crown. Let all the ends, thou aim’st at, be thy country's, 5. Marquis Dorset, bearing a sceptre of gold, on Thy God's, and truth's;then if thou fall'st, o Cromwell, his head a demi-coronal of gold. With him, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr. Serve the king,

the Earl of Surrey, bearing the rod of silAnd, pr’ythee, lead me in :

ver with the dove, crowned with an eart's There take an inventory of all I have,

coronet, Collars of ss. To the last perny; 'tis the king's: my robe, 6. Duke of Suffolk, in his robe of estate, his corto And my integrity to heaven, is all

net on his head, bearing a long white wand, I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell,

as high-steward. With him, the Duke of Had I but serv'd my God with half the zeal,

Norfolk, with the rod of marshalship, a I serv'd my king, he would not in mine age

coronet on his head. Collars of SS. Have left me naked to mine enemies.

7. A canopy borne by four of the Cinque-ports; Crom. Good sir, have patience!

under it the Queen in her robe; in ler Wol. So I have. Farewell

hair richly adorned with pearl, crowned The hopes of court! my hopes in heaven do dwell. On each side of her, the Bishops of Lon


don and Winchester.

8. The old Dutchess of Norfolk , in a coronal of А ст

gold, wrought with flowers, bearing the

Queen's train.
SCENEI. A street in IV estminster. 9. Certain Ladies or Countesses , with plain cite
Enter two Gentlemen, meeting.

clets of gold without flowers. I Gent. You are well met once again.

2 Gent. A royal train, believe me!-- These I know?




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Who's that, that bears the sceptre ?

And with the same full state pac'd back again 1 Gent. Marquis Dorset :

To York-place, where the feast is held.
And that the earl of Surrey, with the rod.

1 Gent. Sir, you
2 Gent. A bold brave gentleman! And that should be Must no more call it York-place, that is past:
The duke of Suffolk?

For, since the cardinal fell, that title's lost; 1 Gent. 'Tis the same; high-steward.

| 'Tis now the king's, and callid Whitehall. 2 Gent. And that my lord of Norfolk ?

3 Gent. I know it;
1 Gent. Yes.

But 'tis so lately alter'd, that the old name
2 Gent. Heaven bless thee!(Looking on the Queen. Is fresh about me.
Thou hast the sweetest face, I ever look'd on.- 2 Gent. What two reverend bishops
Sir, as I have a soul, she is an angel;

Were those, that went on each side of the queen ?
Our king has all the Indies in his arms,

3 Gent. Stokesly and Gardiner; the one, of Wins And more, and richer, when he strains that lady: chester, I cannot blame his conscience.

(Newly preferr'd from the king's secretary,)
1 Gent. They, that bear

The other, London.
The cloth of honour over her, are four barons 2 Gent. He of Winchester
Of the Cinque-ports.

Is held no great good lover of the archbishop's,
2 Gent. Those men are happy; and so are all, are The virtuous Cranmer.
near her.

3 Gent. All the land knows that: I take it, she that carries up the train,

However, yet there's no great breach; when it comes, Is that old noble lady, dutchess of Norfolk. Cranmer will find a friend, will not shrink from him. 1 Gent. It is; and all the rest are countesses. 2 Gent. Who may that be, I pray you ? 2 Gent. Their coronets say so. These are stars, 8 Gent. Thomas Cromwell; indeed,

A man in much esteem with the king, and truly And, sometimes, falling ones.

A worthy friend. — The king 1 Gent. No more of that!

Has made him master o’the jewel-house, (Exit Procession, with a great flourish And one, already, of the privy-council. of trumpets.

2 Gent. He will deserve more. Enter a third Gentleman.

3 Gent. Yes, without all doubt.
God save you, sir! Where have you been broiling ? Come, gentlemen, ye shall go my way, which
3 Gent. Among the crowd i'the abbey; where a Is to the court, and there ye shall be my guests ;

Something I can command. As I walk thither,
Could not be wedg'd in more, and I am stifled I'll tell ye more.
With the mere rankness of their joy.

Both. You may command us, sir. (Exeunt.
2 Gent. You saw
The ceremony?

SCENEII. - Kimbolton. 3 Gent. That I did.

Enter CATHARINE, dowager, sick; led between Grif1 Gent. How was it?

FITH and Patience. 3 Gent. Well worth the seeing.

Grif. How does your grace?
2 Gent. Good sir, speak it to us!

Cath. O, Griffith, sick to death :
3 Gent. As well, as I am able. The rich stream My legs, like loaden branches, bow to the earth,
Of lords, and ladies, having brought the queen Willing to leave their burden. Reach a.chair! -
To a prepar'd place in the choir, fell off

So, - now, methinks, I feel a little ease.
A distance from her, while her grace sat down Didst thou not tell me, Griffith, as thou led'st me,
To rest awhile, some half an hour, or so,

That the great child of honour, cardinal Wolsey,
In a rich chair of state, opposing freely

Was dead?
The beauty of her person to the people.

Grif. Yes, madam; but, I think, your grace,
Believe me, sir, she is the goodliest woman, Out of the pain you suffer'd, gave no ear to't.
That ever lay by man: which when the people Cath. Pr'ythee, good Griffith, tell me how he died !
Had the full view of, such a noise arose,

If well, he stepp'd before me, happily,
As the shrouds make at sea iu a stiff tempest, For my example.
As loud, and to as many tunes: hats, cloaks, Grif. Well, the voice goes, madam!
(Doublets, I think,) flew up; and had their faces For after the stont earl Northumberland
Been loose, this day they had been lost. Such joy Arrested him at York, and brought him forward
I never saw before. Great bellied women,

(As a man sorely tainted,) to his answer,
That had not half a week to go, like rams

He fell sick suddenly, and grew so ill,
In the old time of war, would shake the press, He could not sit his mule.
And make them reel before them. No man living Cath. Alas, poor man!
Could say, This is my wife, there; all were woven Grif. At last, with easy roads, he came to Leicester,
So strangely in one piece.

Lodg'd in the abbey, where the reverend abbot, 2 Gent. But, 'pray, what followed ?

With all his convent, honourably receiv'd him: 3 Gent. At length her grace rose, and with modest To whom he gave these words : 0 father abbot, paces

An old man, broken with the storms of state,
Came to the altar, where she kneeld, and, saintlike, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye;
Cast her fair eyes to heaven, and pray'd devoutly. "Give him a little earth for charity!
Then rose again, and bow'd her to the people : So went to bed; where eagerly his sickness
When by the archbishop of Canterbury

Pursu'd him still; and, three nights after this
She had all the royal makings of a queen;

About the hour of eight, (which he himself
As holy oil, Edward Confessor's crown,

Foretold, should be his last, ) full of repentance,
The rod, and bird of peace, and all such emblems Continual meditations, tears, and sorrows,
Laid nobly on her: which perform'd, the choir, lle gave his honours to the world again,
With all the choicest music of the kingdom, His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace.
Together sung Te Deum. So she parted,

Cath. So may he rest; his faults lie gently on him!

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Yet thus far, Griffith, give me leave to speak him, Cath. Spirits of peace, where are ye? Are ye all
And yet with charity: He was a mau

gone? Of an unbounded stomach, ever ranking

And Icave me here in wretchedness behind ye?
Himself with princes; one, that by suggestion, Grif. Madam, we are here.
Ty'd all the kingdom ; simony was fair play; Cath. It is not you, I call for.
His own opinion was his law. I'the presence Saw ye none enter, since I slept?
He would say untruths; and be ever double, Grif. None, madam.
Both in his words and meaning. He was never,

Caih. No? Saw you not, even now, a blessed troop
But where he meant to ruin, pitiful;

Invite me to a banquet; whose bright faces
His promises were, as he then was, mighty; Cast thousand beams upon me, like the sun ?
But his performance, as he is now, nothing. They promis'd me eternal happiness,
Of his own body he was ill, and gave

And brought me garlands, Griffith, which I feel
The clergy ill example.

I am not worthy yet to wear : shall, Grif. Noble madam,

Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues

Grif. I am most joyful, madam, such good dreams
We write in water. May it please your highness Possess your fancy.
To hear me speak his good now?

Cath. Bid the music leave!
Cath. Yes, good Griffith;

They are harsh and heavy to me. [ Music ceases. I were malicious else.

Pat. Do you note,
Grif. This cardinal,

How much her grace is alter'd on the sudden ?
Though from an humble stock, undoubtedly How long her face is drawn? How pale she looks,
Was fashion'd to much honour. From his cradle, And of an earthly cold? Mark you her eyes?
He was a scholar, and a ripe, and good one, Grif. She is going, wench; pray, pray.
Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading, Pat. Heaven comfort her!
Lofty, and sour to them, that lov'd him not;

Enter a Messenger.
But to those men, that souglıt him, sweet as summer.

Mess. An't like your grace,
And though he were unsatisfied in getting,

Cath. You are a saucy fellow:
(Which was a sin,) yet in bestowing, madam, Deserve we no more reverence?
He was most princely: ever witness for him Grif. You are to blame,
Those twios of learning, that he rais'd in you, Knowing, she will not lose her wonted greatness,
Ipswich, and Oxford! one of which fell with him, To use so rude behaviour: go to, kneel !
Unwilling to outlive the good that did it;

Mess. I humbly do entreat your highness' pardon ;
The other, though unfinish'd, yet so famous, My haste made me unmannerly. There is staying
So excellent in art, and still so rising,

A gentleman, sent from the king, to see you.
That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue. Cath. Admit him entrance, Grillith: butihis fellow
His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him : Let me ne'er see again!
For then, and not till then, he felt himself,

(Exeunt Griffith and Messenger. And found the blessedness of being little:

Re-enter GruFFITH, with Capucius.
And, to add greater honours to his age

If my sight fail not,
Than man could give him, he died, fearing God. You should be lord ambassador from the emperor,

Cath. After my death I wish no other herald, My royal nephew, and your name Capucius.
No other speaker of my living actions,

Cap. Madam, the same, your servant.
To keep mine homur from corruption,

Cath. O my lord, But such an honest chronicler, as Griffith.

The times and titles now are alter'd strangely
Whom I most hated living, thou hast made me, With me, since first you knew me. But, I pray you,
With thy religious truth, and modesty,

What is your pleasure with me?
Now in his ashes honour. Peace be with him! Cap. Noble lady,
Patience, be near me still, and set me lower! First, mine own service to your grace; the nest,
I have not long to trouble thee. — Good Griffith, The king's request, that I would visit yon;
Cause the musicians play me that sad note, Who grieves much for your weakness, and by me
I nam'd my knell, whilst, I sit meditating!

Sends you his princely commendations,
On that celestial harmony I go to.

And heartily entreats you take good comfort.
Sad and solemn music.

Cath. O my good lord, that comfort comes too late;
Grif. She is asleep. Good wench, let's sit down quiet, 'Tis like a pardoa after execution.
For fear we wake her! - Softly, gentle Patience! That gentle physic, given in time, had card me;
The Vision. Enter, solemnly tripping one after ano. But now I am past all comforts here, but prayers.

ther six Personages, clad in white robes, wearing How does his highness?
on their heads garlands of bays, and golden vi- Cap: Madam, in good health,
zards on their faces; branches of bays, or palm, Cath. So may he ever do! aud ever flourish,
in their hands. They first congee unto her, then When I shall dwell with worms, and my poor
dance; and, at certain changes, the first two hold Banish'd the kingdom! — Patience, is that letter,
a spare garland over her head; at which, the I cans'd you write, yet sent away?
other four make reverend court'sies; then the two, Pat. No, madam.
that held the garland, deliver the same to the Cath. Sir, I most hambly pray you to deliver
other next two, who observe the same order in their This to my lord the king.
changes, and holding the garland over her head; Cap. Most willing, madam.
which done, they deliver the same garland to the Cath. In which I have commended to his gooduess
last two, who likewise observe the same order: at The model of our chaste loves, his yonng daughter -
which, ( as it were by inspiration,) she makes in The dews of heaven fall thick in blessings on her!
her sleep signs of rejoicing, and holdeth up her Beseeching him, to give her virtuous breeding;
hands io heaven: and so in their duncing they (She is young, and of a noble modest nature :
vanish, carrying the garland with them. The music I hope, she will deserve well;) and a little

To love her for her mother's sake, that lor'd hia.

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Heaven knows, how dearly. My next poor petition I wish it grubb’d up now.
Is, that his noble grace would have some pity Lov, Methinks, I could
Upon my wretched women, that so long

Cry the amen; and yet my conscience says, Have follow'd both my fortunes faithfully: She's a good creature, and, sweet lady, does of which there is not one, I dare avow,

Deserve our better wishes.
(And now I should not lie,) but will deserve,

Gar. But, sir, sir, -
For virtue, and true beauty of the soul,

Hear me, sir Thomas! You are a gentleman
For honesty, and decent carriage,

Of mine own way; I know you wise, religious;
A right good husband, let him be a noble,

And, let me tell you, it will ne'er be well-
Aud, sure, those men are happy, that shall have them. "Twill not, sir Thomas Lovell, take't of me,
The last is, for my men ; they are the poorest, Till Cranmer, Cromwell, her two hands, and she,
But poverty could never draw them from me; Sleep in their graves.
That they may have their wages duly paid them, Lov. Now, sir, ye speak of two
And something over to remember me by.

The most remark'd i'the kingdom. As for Cromwell, -
If heav'n had pleas’d to have given me longer life, Beside that of the jewel- house, he's made master
And able means, we had not parted thus.

O'the rolls, and the king's secretary; further, sir,
These are the whole contents. - And, good my lord, Stands in the gap, and trade of more preserments,
By that you love the dearest in this world,

With which the time will load him. The archbishop
As you wish christian peace to souls departed, Is the king's hand, and tongue; and who dare speak
Stand these poor people's friend, and urge the king One syllable against him?
To do me this last right!

Gar. Yes, yes, sir Thomas,
Cap. By heaven, I will;

There are, that dare; and I myself have ventur'd
Or let me lose the fashion of a man!

To speak my mind of him: and, indeed, this day,
Cath. I thank you, honest lord! Remember me Sir, (I may tell it yon,) I think, I have
In all humility unto his highness !

Incens'd the lords o'the council, that he is
Say, his long trouble now is passing,

(For so I know he is, they know he is,) '
Out of this world: tell him, in death I bless'd him, A most arch heretic, a pestilence,
For so I will. — Mine eyes grow dim. — Farewell,

That does infect the land: with which they moved,
My lord !- Griffith, farewell!-- Nay, Patience,

Have broken with the king, who hath so far
You must not leave me yet. I must to bed;

Given ear to our complaint, (of his great grace
Call in more women !- When I am dead, good wench, And princely care; foreseeing those fell mischiefs,
Let me be us'd with honour! strew me over Our reasons laid before him,) he hath commanded,
With maiden flowers, that all the world may know, To-morrow morning to the council-board
I was a chaste wife to my grave! embalm me,

He be convented. He's a rank weed, sir Thomas,
Then lay me forth ! although unqueen’d, yet like

And we must root him out. From your affairs
A queen, and daughter to a king, interr me! I hinder you too long: good niglit, sir Thomas!
I can no more. [Exeunt, leading Catharine. Lov. Many good nights, my lord! I rest your ser-

[Exeunt Gardiner and Page.

As Lovell is going out, enter the King, anı ihe

Duke of SUFFOLK.
SCENE I. - A gallery in the palace. K. Hen. Charles, I will play no more to-night;
Enter Gardiner Bishop of Winchester, a Page with My mind's not on't, you are too hard for me.
a torch before him, met by Sir Thomas LOVELL. Suf. Sir, I did never win of you before.
Gar. It's one o'clock, boy, is't not?

K. Hen. But little, Charles ;
Boy. It hath struck.

Nor shall not, when my fancy's on my play. --
Gar. These should be hours for necessities, Now, Lovell, from the queen what is the news ?
Not for delights; times to repair our nature

Lov. I could not personally deliver to her
With comforting repose, and not for us,



but by her woman To waste these times. - Good hour of night, sir I sent your message; who return'd her thanks Thomas!

In the greatest humbleness, and desir'd your highness
Whither so late ?

Most heartily to pray for her.
Lov. Came you from the king, my lord ? K. Hen. What say'st thou ? ha!
Gar. I did, sir Thomas, and left him at primero To pray for her? what, is she crying out?
With the duke of Suffolk.

Lov. So said her womad; and that her sufferance
Lov, I must to him too,

made Before he go to bed. I'll take my leave.

Almost each pang a death.
Gar. Not yet, sir Thomas Lovell! What's the K. Hen. Alas, good lady!

Suf. God safely quit her of her burden, and
It seems, you are in haste; an if there be

With gentle travail, to the gladding of
No great offence belongs to't, give your friend Your highness with an heir!
Some touch of your late business! Affairs, that walk K. Hen. 'Tis midnight, Charles,
(As, they say, spirits do) at midnight, have Pr’ythee, to bed ; and in thy prayers remember
In them a wilder nature, than the business,

The estate of my poor queen! Leave me alone!
That seeks dispatch by day.

For I must think of that, which company
Lov. My lord, I love you,

Will not be friendly to.
And durst commend a secret to your ear

Suf. I wish your highness
Much weightier, than this work. The queen's in A quiet night, and my good mistress will

Remember in my prayers.
They say, in great extremity, and fear'd,

K. Hen. Charles, good night! (Exit Suffolk. She'll with the labour end.

Enter Sir AxTHONY Denny.
Gar. The fruit, she goes with,

Well, sir, what follows ?
I pray for heartily, that it may find

Den. Sir, I have brought my lord the archbishop, Good time, and live: but for the stock, sir Thomas, As you commanded me.

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K. Hen. Ha! Canterbury?

Cran. God, and your majesty,
Den. Ay, my good lord.

Protect mine innocence, or I fall into
K. Hen. 'Tis true. Where is he, Denny ? The trap, is laid for me!
Den. He attends your highness' pleasure.

K. Hen. Be of good cheer.
K. Hen. Bring him to us!

(E.rit Denny. They shall no more prevail, than we give way to. Lov. This is about that which the bishop spake; Keep comfort to you, and this morning see I am happily come hither.

(Aside. You do appear before them: if they shall chance,
Re-enter Dexxy, with CRANJER.

In charging you with matters, to commit you,
K. Hen. Avoid the gallery! ( Lovell seems to stay. The best persuasions to the contrary
Ha! - I have said ! -- Begone!

Fail not to use, and with what vehemency

(Exeunt Lovell and Denny: The occasion shall instrnct you! if entreaties
Cran. I am fearful. Wherefore frowns he thus? Will render you no remedy, this ring
'Tis his aspect of terror. All's not well.

Deliver them, and your appeal to us
K. Hen. How now, my lord? You do desire to know, There make before them! - Look, the good man
Wherefore I sent for you?

weeps! Cran. It is my duty

He's honest, on mine honour! God's blest mother! To attend your highness' pleasure.

I swear, he is true-hearted, and a soul K. Hen. 'Pray you, arise,

None better in my kingdom.- Get you gone, My good and gracious lord of Canterbury !

And do as I have bid you!- He has strangled Come, you and I must walk a turn together; His language in his tears!

[Exit Cranmer. I have news to tell you. Come, come, give me your

Enter an old Lady. hand!

Gent. (Within.] Come back! what mean yon? Ah, my good lord, I grieve at what I speak,

Lady. I'll not come back; the tidings, that I bring, And am right sorry to repeat what follows:

Will make my boldness manners. - Now, good angels I have, and most unwillingly, of late

Fly o'er thy royal head, and shade thy person Heard many grievous, i do say, my lord,

Under their blessed wings! Grievous complaints of you; which, being consider'd, K. llen. Now, by thy looks Have mov'd us and our council, that you shall

I guess thy message. Is the queen

deliver'd ? This morning come before us; where, I know,

Say, ay; and of a boy. You cannot with such freedom purge yourself,

Lady. Ay, ay, my liege! But that, till further trial, in those charges,

And of a lovely boy. The God of heaven Which will require your answer, you must take

Both now and ever bless her!—'tis a girl,
Your patience to you, and be well contented

Promises boys hereafter. Sir, your queen
To make your house oor Tower: you a brother of us, Desires your visitation, and to be
It fits we thus proceed, or else no witness,

Acquainted with this stranger; ’tis as like you,
Would come against you.

As cherry is to cherry. Cran. I humbly thank your highness;

K. Hen. Lovell, And am right glad to catch this good occasion

Most throughly to be winnow'd, wliere my chaff

Lov. Sir!
And corn shall fly asunder; for, I know,
There's none, stands under more calumnious tongues,

K. Hen, Give her an hundred marks! I'll to the
Than I myself, poor man.


(Exit King K. Hen. Stand up, good Canterbury !

Lady. An hundred marks! By this light, I'll have
Thy truth, and thy integrity, is rooted
In us, thy friend. Give me thy hand, stand up!

An ordinary groom is for such payment.
Pr'ythee, let's walk! Now, by my holy dame,

I will have more, or scold it out of him. What manner of man are you? 'My lord, I look'a Said I for this, the girl is like to him? You would have given me your petition, that

I will have more, or else unsay't; and now
I should have ta'en some pains, to bring together

While it is hot, I'll put it to the issue.
Yourself and your accusers, and to have heard you
Without indurance further,

SCENE II. — Lobby before the Council-chamber.
Cran. Most dread liege,

Enter CRANBER; Servants, Door.keeper, etc. The good I stand on is my truth, and honesty.

attending: If they shall fail, I, with mine enemies,

Cran. I hope, I am not too late; and yet the gentle-
Will triumph o'er my person; which I weigh not, mani,
Being of those virtues vacant. I fear nothing,

That was sent to me from the council, pray'd me
What can be said against me.

To make great haste. All fast? what means this?-
K, Hen. Know yon not how

Your state stands i'the world, with the whole world? Who waits there? Sare you know me?
Your enemies

D. Keep. Yes, my lord;
Are many, and not small; their practices

But yet I cannot help you.
Must bear the same proportion: and not ever Cran. Why?
The justice and the truth o' the question carries D. Keep. Your grace must wait, till you be call'd for.
The due o'the verdict with it. At what ease

Enter Doctor BUTTS,
Might corrupt minds procure knaves as corrupt Cran. So,

To swear against you? Such things have been done. Butts. This is a piece of malice. I am glad
You are potently oppos'd, and with a malice

I came this way so happily. The king
Of as great size. Ween you of better luck,

Shall understand it presently.
I mean, in perjur'd witness, than your master, Cran. [ Aside.} 'Tis Butts,
Whose minister you are, whiles here he lix'd The king's 'physician. As he past along,
Upon this naughty earth ? Go to, go to !
You take a precipice for no leap of danger, Pray heaven, he sound not my disgrace! For certains,
And woo your own destruction.

This is of purpose laid by some, that hate me,

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