Imatges de pÓgina


Came you from the king, my lord?

GAR. I did, sir Thomas; and left him at primero

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

GAR. Not yet, sir Thomas Lovell. What's the matter?
It seems you are in haste: an if there be


No great offence belongs to 't, give your friend
Some touch of your late business: Affairs that walk
(As, they say, spirits do) at midnight, have
In them a wilder nature, than the business
That seeks despatch by day.

My lord, I love you;
And durst commend a secret to your ear

Much weightier than this work. The queen 's in labour,
They say, in great extremity; and fear'd,

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Now, sir, you speak of two
The most remark'd i' the kingdom. As for Cromwell,
Beside that of the jewel-house, he 's made master
O' the rolls, and the king's secretary; further, sir,
Stands in the gap and trade of more preferments,
With which the time will load him: The archbishop
Is the king's hand and tongue: And who dare speak
One syllable against him?



Yes, yes, sir Thomas, There are that dare; and I myself have ventur'd To speak my mind of him: and, indeed, this day,

Sir, (I may tell it you,) I think I have

a Trade-habitual course, path trodden. See 'Richard II.,' Act III., Scene 4.

Insens'd the lords o' the council, that he is

(For so I know he is, they know he is)

A most arch heretic, a pestilence

That does infect the land: with which they mov'd,
Have broken with a the king; who hath so far
Given 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 to the council-board

He be convented b. He's a rank weed, sir Thomas,
And we must root him out.
From your

I hinder you too long: good night, sir Thomas.

Lov. Many good nights, my lord; I rest your servant.

[Exeunt GARDINER and Page.

As LOVELL is going out, enter the KING, and the DUKE OF SUFFOLK.

K. HEN. Charles, I will play no more to-night;

My mind 's not on 't, you are too hard for me.

SUF. Sir, I did never win of you before.

K. HEN. But little, Charles;

Nor shall not, when my fancy's on my play.-
Now, Lovell, from the queen what is 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 the greatest humbleness, and desir'd your highness
Most heartily to pray for her.


What say'st thou? ha! To pray for her? what, is she crying out?

Lov. So said her woman; and that her sufferance made

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"T is midnight, Charles,

Prithee to bed; and in thy prayers remember

The estate of my poor queen. Leave me alone;
For I must think of that which company
Will not be friendly to.

a Broken with-communicated with. So in 'The Two Gentlemen of Verona:'-
"I am to break with thee of some affairs."

b Convented-summoned.

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My good and gracious lord of Canterbury.

Come, you and I must walk a turn together;

I have news to tell you: Come, come, give me your hand.
Ah, my good lord, I grieve at what I speak,

And am right sorry to repeat what follows;
I have, and most unwillingly, of late
Heard many grievous, I do say, my lord,

Grievous complaints of you; which, being considered,

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.


I humbly thank your highness;
And am right glad to catch this good occasion

Most thoroughly 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.



Stand up, good Canterbury;
Thy truth, and thy integrity, is rooted
In us thy friend: Give me thy hand, stand
Prithee, let 's walk. Now, by my holy-dame,
What manner 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
Yourself and your accusers; and to have heard you
Without indurance further.


Most dread liege,

The good I stand on is my truth and honesty;

If they shall fail, I, with mine enemies,

Will triumph o'er my person; which I weigh not,

Being of those virtues vacant. I fear nothing

What can be said against me.


Know you not

How your state stands i' the world, with the whole world?
Your enemies are many, and not small; their practices
Must bear the same proportion; and not ever

The justice and the truth o' the question carries
The due o' the verdict with it: At what ease
Might corrupt minds procure knaves as corrupt
To swear against you? such things have been done.
You are potently oppos'd; and with a malice.
Of as great size. Ween you of better luck,
I mean, in perjur'd witness, than your master,
Whose minister you are, whiles here he liv'd
Upon this naughty earth? Go to, go to;
You take a precipice for no leap of danger,
And woo your own destruction.


God, and your majesty, Protect mine innocence, or I fall into

The trap is laid for me!


Be of good cheer;
They shall no more prevail, than we give way to.
Keep comfort to you; and this morning see
You do appear before them; if they shall chance,

In charging you with matters, to commit you,
The best persuasions to the contrary

Fail not to use, and with what vehemency
The occasion shall instruct you: if entreaties
Will render you no remedy, this ring

Deliver them, and your appeal to us

There make before them.-Look, the good man weeps!
He's honest, on mine honour. God's bless'd mother!

I swear he is true-hearted; and a soul

None better in my kingdom.-Get you gone,

And do as I have bid you.-[Exit CRANMER.]-He has strangled
His language in his tears.

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LADY. I'll not come back; the tidings that I bring

Will make my boldness manners.-Now, good angels
Fly o'er thy royal head, and shade thy person
Under their blessed wings!

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K. HEN. Give her an hundred marks. I'll to the queen.
LADY. An hundred marks! By this light, I'll have more.

An ordinary groom is for such payment.

I will have more, or scold it out of him.

Said I for this the girl is like to him?

I will have more, or else unsay 't; and now,
While it is hot, I 'll put it to the issue.


[Exit KING.



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