Imatges de pÓgina

A man that more detests, more ftirs against
(Both in his private conscience and his place)
Defacers of the publick peace, than I do.
Pray heav'n the King may never find a heart
With less allegiance in it! Men that make
Envy and crooked malice nourishment,
Dare bite the best. I do beseech your lordships,
That in this case of justice, my accusers,
Be what they will, may stand forth face to face,
And freely urge against me.

Sof. Nay, my lord,
That cannot be; you are a counsellor,
And by that vertue no man dare accuse you.
Gard. My lord, because we've business of more mow

ment, We will be short wi’you. 'Tis his Highness' pleasure, And our consent, for better tryal 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 Ihall both find your lordship judge and juror, You are so merciful. I see your end, 'Tis my undoing. Love and meekness, lord, Become a church-man better than ambition : Win straying souls with modefty again, Caft none away. That į shall clear my self, (Lay all the weight ye can upon my patience) Ì 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 sectary,
That's the plain truth; your painted gloss discovers,
To men that understand you, words and weakness.

Crom. My lord of Winchester; you are a little,
By your good favour, too sharp; men ro noble,
However faulty, yet should find respect
For what they have been: 'tis a cruelty
To load a falling man.

Gard Gard. Good Mr, Secretary I cry your honour

mercy; you may, worst Of all this table, say so.

Crom. Why, my lord ?

Gard. Do not I know you for a favourer Of this new feet? ye are not found.

Crom. Not found? Gard. Not found, I say. Crom. Would you were half so honest! Mens prayers then would seek you, not their fears.

Gard. I shall remember this bold language.

Crom. Do.
Remember your bold life too.

Cham. This is too much ;
Forbear, for shame, my lords.

Gard. I've done.
Crom. And 1.

Cham. Then thus for you, my lord: it stands agreedy
I take it, by all voices, that forthwith
You be convey'd to th' Tower a prisoner ;
There to remain till the King's further pleasure
Be known unto us. Are

you all agreed, lords ?: All. We are. Cran. Is there no other



mercy, But I must needs to th’Tower, my lords?

Gard. What other Would you expect you're strangely troublesome : Let tome o'th' guard be ready there.

Enter the Guard..

Cran. For me?
Muft I go like a traitor then

Guard. Receive him,
And see him safe i'th' Tower,

Cran. Stay, good my lords,
I have a little yet to say. Look there, lords;
By vertue of that Ring, I take my cause
Out of the gripes of cruel men, and give it
To a most noble judge, the King my master.


Cham. This is the King's ring. Sur. 'Tis no counterfeit. Suf. 'Tis his right ring, by heav'n, I told ye all, When we first puc this dang'rous stone a rowling, 'Twould fall upon our selves.

Nor. D’you think, my lords,
The King will suffer but the little finger
‘Of this man to be yex'd ?

Cham. 'Tis now too certain.
How much more is his life in value with him?
Would I were fairly out on't.

Crom. My mind gave me,
In seeking tales and informations
Against this man, whose honesty the devil
And his disciples only envy at,
Ye blew the fire that burns ye; now have at ye.


Enter King frowning on them, takes his feat.
Gard. Dread Soy'reign, how much are we bound to

In daily thanks, that gave us such a Prince ;
Not only good and wise, but most religious :
One that in all obedience makes the church
The chief aim of his honour, and to strengthen
That holy duty of our dear respect,
His royal self in judgment comes to hear
The cause betwixt her and this

great offender.
King. You're ever good at sudden commendations,
Bishop of Winchester. But know, I come not
To hear such fate'ries now; and in my presence
They are too thin and base to hide offences.
To me you cannot reach; you play the spaniel,
And think with wagging of your tongue to win me.
But whatsoe'er thou tak'st me for, I'm sure
Thou hast a cruel nature, and a bloody.
Good man, sit down : now let me fee the proudest.

(To Cran.


He that dares moft, but wag bis finger at thee.
By all that's holy, he had better starve,
Than but once think this place becomes thee not,

Sur. May't please your Grace

King. No, Sir, it does not please me.
I thought I had men of understanding,
And wisdom, of my council; but I find none.
Was it discretion, lords, to let this man,
This good man, (few of you deserve that title)
This honest man, wait like a lowsie foot-boy
At chamber door, and one as great as you are?
Why what a shame was this ? did


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ye so far forget your felves! I gave ye Pow'r, as he was a counsellor, to try him, Not as a groom,

There's some of ye, I sees
Møre out of malice than integrity,
Would try him to the utmost, had ye means ;
Which ye shall never have, while I do live,
Cham. My most dread Sovereign, may it like your

To let my tongue excuse all. Whas was purpos'd
Concerning his imprisonment, was rather,
If there be faith in men, meant for bis tryal,
And fair purgation to the world, than malice;
I'm sure in me,

King. Well, well, my lords respect him ;
Take him, and use him well; he's worthy of it. j
I will say thus much for him, If a Prince
May be beholden to a subje&, I
Am, for his love and fervice, fo to him.
Make me no more ado, but all embrace him;
Be friends for shame, my lords. My lord of Canterbury
I have a suit which you must not deny me.
There is a fair young maid that yet wants baptism,
You must be godfather, and answer for her.

Cran. The greatest monarch now alive may glory In such an honour ; how may I deserve it, That am a poor and humble subject to you? King. Come, come, my lord, you'd spare your spoons: you shall have


Two noble partners with you : the old Dutchefs
Of Norfolk, and the lady Marquess Dorset
Once more, my lord of Winchester, I charge you
Embrace and love this man.

Gard. With a true heart
And brother's love I do it,

Cran, And let heav'n Witnefs, how dear I hold this confirmation. King. Good man, those joyful tears fhew thy true

heart; The common voice I see is verify'd Of thee, which says thus : do my lord of Canterbury But one shrewd turn, and he's your friend for ever. Come, lords, we trifle time away: I long To have this young one made a christian. As I have made ye one, lords, one remain : So I grow stronger, ye more honour gain, [Exe)


Noise and tumult within: Enter Porter and his man.

7Ou'll leave your noise anon, ye rascals; do.

you take the court for Paris Garden? ye rude flaves, leave your gaping.

Within. Good Mr. Porter, I belong to th' larder.

Port, Belong to the gallows and be hang’d, ye rogue: is this a place to roar in? fetch me a dozen crab-tree

taves, and strong ones; these are but Iwitches to 'em: I'll scratch your heads; you must be seeing christnings? do you look for ale and cakes here, you rude rascals?

Man. Pray Sir, be patient; 'tis as much impossible (Unless we (wept them from the door with cannons) To scatter 'em, as 'tis to make 'em sleep On May-day morning, which will never be : We may as well push against Paul's, as ftir 'em.

Port. How got they in, and be hang'd ?

Man. Alas, I know not; how gets the tide in ! As much as one found cudgel of four foot


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