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A man that more detests, more ftirs against
Sof. Nay, my lord,
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,
Crom. My lord of Winchester; you are a little,
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.
Cham. This is too much ;
Gard. I've done.
Cham. Then thus for you, my lord: it stands agreedy
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?
Guard. Receive him,
Cran. Stay, good my lords,
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,
Cham. 'Tis now too certain.
Crom. My mind gave me,
Enter King frowning on them, takes his feat.
He that dares moft, but wag bis finger at thee.
Sur. May't please your Grace
King. No, Sir, it does not please me.
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
King. Well, well, my lords respect him ;
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
Gard. With a true heart
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.
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