Sir I may tell it you, I think I have That does infect the land; with which they mov'd He be convented. He's a rank weed, Sir Thomas, [Exeunt Gardiner and page. Lov. Many good nights, my lord, I reft your fervant. SCENE II. Enter King and Suffolk. King. Charles, I will play no more to-night,' Nor fhall not when my fancy's on my play. King. What fay'st thou! ha! To pray for her! what! is fhe crying out? Lov. So faid her woman, and that her fuff 'rance made Almoft each pang a death, King. Alas, good lady! Suf. God fafely quit her of her burthen, and With gentle travel, to the gladding of Your Highness with an heir. King. 'Tis midnight, Charles; Pr'ythee to bed, and in thy prayers remember D 4 Th'eftate Th' eftate of my poor Queen. Leave me alone, Suf. I wish your Highness A quiet night, and my good mistress will King. Charles, a good night: Well, Sir, what follows? Enter Sir Anthony Denny. [Exit Suffolk 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? Lov. This is about that which the bifhop fpake, I am happily come hither. Enter Cranmer and Denny. [Exit Denny, [4 fide, Cran. I am fearful: wherefore frowns he thus ? 'Tis his afpect of terror. All's not well. King. How now, my lord? you do defire to know Wherefore I fent for you. Cran. It is my duty T'attend your Highness' pleasure. King. Pray you rise, My good and gracious lord of Canterbury: hand. Grievous Grievous complaints of you; which being confider'd, To make your houfe our Tower; you, a brother of us, Cran, I humbly thank your Highnefs, There's none ftands under more calumnious tongues King. Stand up, good Canterbury ; In us, thy friend. Give me thy hand, ftand up, Cran, Moft dread Liege, The good I ftand on is my truth and honefty: King. Know you not which I weigh not; I fear nothing 3 How your ftate ftands i' th' world, with the whole world? Your foes are many, and not fmall; their practices D-5 Your'e potently oppos'd; and with a malice Cran. God and your Majefty Protect mine innocence, or I fall into King. Be of good cheer, They fhall no more prevail than we give way to: Fail not to ufe, and with what vehemency Deliver them, and your appeal to us There make before them. Look, the good man weeps! He's honeft on mine honour. God's bleft mother! I fwear he is true-hearted, and a foul None better in my kingdom. Get you gone, And do as I have bid you. [Exit Cranmer. He'as ftrangled all his language in his tears. Enter an old Lady. Gent. Within. Come back; what mean you? Lady. I'll not come back: the tidings that I bring Will make my boldnefs manners. Now good angels Fly o'er thy royal head, and fhade thy perfon. Under their bleffed wings! King. Now by thy looks I guess thy meffage. Say ay, and of a boy. Is the Queen deliver'd Lady. Ay, ay, my Liege; And of alovely boy; the God of heav'n Promises boys hereafter. Sir, your Queen Defires your vifitation, and to be 4. -'tis a girl, Acquainted Acquainted with this ftranger; 'tis as like you, As cherry is to cherry. King. Lovell. Lov. Sir. King. Give her an hundred marks. I'll to the Queen, [Exit King. Lady. An hundred marks! by this light I'll ha' more. An ordinary groom is for fuch a payment. I will have more, or fcold it out of him. Said I for this, the girl was like him? I'll Have more, or elfe unfay't; now, while 'tis hot, I'll put it to the iffue. [Exit Lady. SCENE IV. Cran: Enter Cranmer. Hope I'm not too late, and yet the gentleman To make great hafte. All faft? what means this? hoa? Enter Keeper. Keep. Yes, my lord; But yet I cannot help you.' Cran. Why? Keep. Your Grace must wait 'till you be call'd for. Enter Doctor Butts. Cran. So. Butts. This is a piece of malice: I am glad Cran. 'Tis Butts, The King's phyfician; as he paft along, Exit Butts, How earnestly he caft his eyes upon me! Walt |