Imatges de pÓgina

Yourself and your accusers; and to have heard | Said I for this, the girl is like to him? you

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

Without indurance, further.

Cran. 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 •


Being of those virtues vacant. I fear nothing What can be said against me.

K. Hen, Know you not how

Your state stands i'the world, with the whole world?

Your enemies

Are many, and not small; their practices
Mast 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

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.

Cran. God and your majesty
Protect mine innocence, or I fall into
The trap is laid for me I

K. Hen. Be of good cheer;

They shall no more prevail, than we give way

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Enter at a window above, the KING and
Butts. I'll show your grace the strangest

K. Hen. What's that, Butts ?

Butts. I think, your highness saw this many a day.

K. Hen. Body o'me, where is it?
Butts. There, my lord:

The high promotion of his grace of Canter-
Who holds his state at door, 'mongst pursui
Pages, and footboys.

K. Hen. Ha! 'Tis he, indeed : Is this the honour they do one another? 'Tis well, there's one above them yet. I had thought

They had parted so much honesty among them,
(At least, good manners,) as not thus to suffer
A man of his place, and so near our favour,
To dance attendance on their lordships' plea-


And at the door too, like a post with packets.
By holy Mary, Butts, there's knavery:
Let them alone, and draw the curtain close!
We shall hear more anon.-




The Chancellor places himself at the upper end of the table on the left hand; a seat being left void above him, as for the Archbishop of CANTERBURY. The rest seat themselves in order on each side. CROMWELL at the lower end, as secretary.

Chan. Speak to the business, master secretary Why are we met in council?

Crom. Please your honours,

The chief cause concerns his grace of Cauter-You are so merciful: 1 see your end,


Gar. Has he had knowledge of it?

Crom. Yes.

Nor. Who waits there?

'Tis my undoing: Love, and meekness, lord,
Become a churchman better than ambition;
Win straying souls with modesty again,
Cast none away. That I shall clear myself,
Lay all the weight ye can upon my patience,
I make as little doubt, as you do conscience,
In doing daily wrongs. I could say more,

D. Keep. Without, my noble lords?

Gar. Yes.

D. Keep. My lord archbishop;

And has done half an hour, to know your plea- But reverence to your calling makes me me


Chan. Let him come in.

D. Keep. Your grace may enter now.

[CRANMER approaches the Council-table. Chan. My good lord archbishop, I am very


|I shall both find your lordship judge and juror,


Farewell, all physic: And what follows then?
Commotions, uproars, with a general taint
Of the whole state: as, of late days, our neigh-

To sit here at this present, and behold
That chair stand empty: But we all are men,
In our own natures frail: and capable
Of our flesh, few are angels: out of which

And want of wisdom, you, that best should
teach us,

Have misdemean'd yourself, and not a little,
Toward the king first, then his laws, in filling
The whole realm by your teaching, and your

(For so we are inform'd,) with new opinions,
Divers, and dangerous; which are heresies,
And, not reform'd, inay prove pernicious.

Gar. Which reformation must be sudden too, My noble lords: for those, that tame wild horses,

Pace them not in their hands to make them

But stop their mouths with stubborn bits, and Remember your bold life too.
spur them,
Chan. This is too much;

Till they obey the manage. If we suffer
(Out of our easiness, and childish pity

Forbear, for shame, my lords.
Gar. I have done.
Crom. And I.

To one man's honour) this contagious sick

Chan. Then thus for you, my lord,-It stands

I take it, by all voices, that forthwith
You be convey'd to the Tower a prisoner;
There to remain, till the king's further pleasure
Be known unto us: Are you all agreed, lords I
All. We are.

The upper Germany, can dearly witness,
Yet freshly pitied in our memories.

Cran. My good lords, hitherto, in all the

Both of my life and office, I have labour'd,
And with no little study, that my teaching,
And the strong course of my authority,
Might go one way, and safely; and the end
Was ever, to do well: nor is there living
(I speak it with a single heart, my lords,)
A nian, that more detests, more stirs against,
Both in his private conscience, and his place,
Defacers of a public peace, than I do.
'Pray heaven, 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 lord-


Gar. My lord, my lord, you are a sectary, That's the plain truth; your painted gloss diecovers,

To men that understand you, words and weak


"In singleness of heart." Acts ii. 46.

Crom. My lord of Winchester, you are a little,

By your good favour, too sharp; men so noble
However faulty, yet should find respect
For what they have been: 'tis a cruelty,
To load a falling man.

Gar. Good master secretary,

I cry your honour mercy; you may, worst
Of all this table, say so.

Crom. Why, my lord?

Gar. Do not I know you for a favoarer
Of this new sect? ye are not sound.
Crom. Not sound?

Gar. Not sound, I say.

Crom. 'Would you were half so honest! Men's prayers then would seek you, not their


Gar. I shall remember this bold language.
Crom. Do.

Cran. Is there no other way of mercy, But I must needs to the Tower, my lords! Gar. What other

Would you expect? You are strangely trouble


Let some o'the guard be ready there.

Enter GUARD.

Cran. For me?

Must I go like a traitor thither ?
Gar. Receive him,

And see bim safe i'the Tower.
Cran. Stay, good my lords,
I have a little yet to say.



That in this case of justice, my accusers,

By virtue of that ring, I take my cause
Out of the gripes of cruel men, and give it

Be what they will, may stand forth face to face, To a most noble judge, the king my master.
And freely urge against me.

Cham. This is the king's ring.

Suf. Nay, my lord,

Sur. 'Tis no counterfeit.

That cannot be; you are a counsellor,
And by that virtue, no man dare accuse you.
Gar. My lord, because we have business of
more moment,

Suf. 'Tis the right ring, by heaven: I told
ye all,

When we first put this dangerons stone a roll

We will be short with you. 'Tis his bighness'

And our consent, for better trial 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. Ah! my good lord of Winchester,
thank you,

You are always my good friend; if your will


Look there, my

Twould fall upon ourselves.

Nor. Do you think, my lords,

The king will suffer but the little finger
Of this man to be vex'd ?

Cham. 'Tis now too certain :

How much more is his life in value with him I

'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 file that burns ye: Now have at


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Witness, how dear I hold this confirmation.
K. Hen. Good man, those joyful tears show
thy true heart.
The common voice, I see,
Of thee, which says thus,


A shrewd turn, and he is your friend for


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


Sur. May it please your grace,

K. Hen. No, Sir, it does not please me.
I thought I had had men of some understand-


Bid ye so forget yourselves? I gave ye
Power as he was a counsellor to try him,
Not as a groom; There's some of ye, I see,
More out of malice than integrity,

Would try him to the utmost, had ye mean;
Which ye shall never have while I live.

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 lowsy footboy
At chamber door? and one as great as you


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, you more honour gain.


But, whatsoe'er thou tak'st me for, I am sure,
Thou hast a cruel nature and a bloody.-
Good man, [To CRANMER.] sit down.

Now let

me see the proudest He, that dares most, but wag his finger at


Port. Belong to the gallows, and be banged, you rogue: Is this a place to roar in ?-Fetch Than but once think his place becomes thee me a dozen crab-tree staves, and strong ones;

By all that's holy, he had better starve,

these are but switches to them.-I'll scratch
your heads You must be seeing christenings!
Do you look for ale and cakes here, you rude

Man. Pray, Sir, be patient; 'tis as much

(Unless we sweep them from the door with

To scatter them, as 'tis to make them sleep
On May-day morning; which will never be:
We may as well push against Paul's, as stir


are ?

Why, what a shame was this? Did my commission

And Once

SCENE III.-The Palace Yard.

Noise and tumult within. Enter PORTER
and his MAN.

Port. You'll leave your noise anon, ye ras-
cals: Do you take the court for Paris-garden ? *
ye rude slaves, leave your gaping. +

[Within.] Good master porter, I belong to the larder.

Chan. Thus far,

To let

My most dread sovereign, may it like your grace my tongue excuse all. What was purpos'd

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Concerning his imprisonment, was rather
(If there be faith in men,) meant for his trial,
And fair purgation to the world, than malice;
I am sure, in me.

K. Hen. Well, well, my lords, respect him ;
Take him, and use him well, he's worthy of


I will say thus much for him, If a prince
May be beholden to a subject, I
Ax, for his love and service, so to him.
Make me no more ado, but all embrace him;
friends, for shame, my lords.-My lord of

is verified

Do my lord of Can

Port. How got they in, and be hang'd?
Man. Alas, I know not; How gets the tide in ?
As much as one sound cudgel of four fost
(You see the poor remainder) could distribute,
I made no spare, Sir.

I have a suit which you must not deny me; This is, a fair young maid that yet wants baptism, Yes maast be godfather, and answer for her. Cran. The greatest monarch now alive may glory an honour; how may I deserve it, In sorb That arm a poor and humble subject to you? K. Hen. Come, come, my lord, you'd spare your spoons; you shall have ro noble partners wiza you; the old duchess of Norfolk, lady marquis Dorset; Will these please


Port. You did nothing, Sir.

Man. I am not Samson, nor Sir Guy, nor to mow them down before me: Colbrand, but if I spared any, that had a head to hit, either young or old, he or she, cuckold or cuckold-maker, let me never hope to see a chine again; and that I would not for a cow, God save her.


ore, my lord of Winchester, I charge


Embrace, and love this man.


[Within.] Do you hear, master Porter ? Port. I shall be with you presently, good master puppy.-Keep the door close, Sirrah. Man. What would you have me do?

Port. What should you do, but knock them down by the dozens? Is this Moorfields to muster in or have we some strange Indian with the great tool come to court, the women so besiege us? Bless me, what a fry of fornithis one christening will beget a thousand; cation is at door! On my Christian conscience, here will be father, godfather, and all toge


Man. The spoons will be the bigger, Sir. There is a fellow somewhat near the door, he should be a brazier by his face, for o'my conscience, twenty of the dog-days now reign in's nose; all that stand about him, are under the line, they need no other penance: That firedrake did I hit three times on the head, and a baberdasher's wife of three times was his nose discharged against me; he stands there like a mortar-piece, to

blow us.

There was

as an ancient custom for sponsors to present | giant.
their god-children.

her pink porringer fell off her head, for small wit near him, that rail'd upon me till kindling such a combustion in the state. I

The bear garden on the Bank-side. ↑ Roaring. 1 Guy of Warwick, vanquished Colbrand the Danish Pink'd cap.

miss'd the meteor once, and hit that woman, who cried out, clubs! when I might see from far some forty truncheoneers draw to her succour, which were the hope of the Strand, where My she was quartered. They fell on; I made good Al my place; at length they came to the broom- He staff with me, I defied them still; when sud- Ma denly a file of boys behind them, loose shot, delivered such a shower of pebbles, that I was w fain to draw mine honour in, and let them win the work: The devil is amongst them, I think, surely.


Port. These are the youths that thunder at a play-house, and fight for bitten apples; that no audience, but the Tribulation of Tower-hill, Int or the limbs of Limehouse, their dear brothers, are able to endure. I have some of them in Limbo Patrum,+ and there they are like to dance these three days; besides the running It banquet of two beadles, that is to come.


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The brazier. t A desert of whipping. Black leather vessels to hold beer. Pitch. At Greenwich. These are the actual words used at Elizabeth's christening.


Cham. As I live,

If the king blame me for't, I'll lay ye all

By the heels, and suddenly; and on your heads
Clap round fines, for neglect: You are lazy Sh


And here ye lie baiting of bumbards, when


Ye should do service. Hark, the trumpets | AI sound;


They are come already from the christening:
Go, break among the press, and find a way out U
To let the troop pass fairly; or I'll find
A Marshalsea shall hold you play these two Go




Port. Make way there for the princess.

Man. You great fellow, stand close up, or Ar I'll make your head ache.

Port. You i'the camblet, get up o'the rail; I'll pick you o'er the pales else.



SCENE IV.-The Palace. ¶



Enter Trumpets, sounding: then two Al- So dermen, Lord MAYOR, GARTER, CRANMER, (W Duke of NORFOLK, with his Marshal's Staff, Duke of SUFFOLK, two Noblemen bearing great standing-bowls for the christ- Sh ening gifts; then four Noblemen bearing a canopy, under which the Duchess of NOR- AL FOLK, godmother, bearing the child richly habited in a mantle, &c. Train borne by Th a Lady; then follows the Marchioness of Sh DORSET, the other godmother, and Ludies. W The Troop pass once about the stage, and Hi GARTER speaks.




Gart. Heaven from thy endless goodness, A send prosperous life, long, and ever happy, to the high and mighty princess of England, To Elizabeth! **




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She must, the saints must have her; yet a virgin,

A most unspotted lily shall she pass

To the ground, and all the world shall mourn ber.

She will be sick else. This day, no man think He has business at his house; for all shall stay,

This little one shall make it holiday. [Exeunt.


K. Hen. O lord archbishop,

Thou hast made me now a man; never, before
This happy child, did I get any thing:
This oracle of coinfort has so pleas'd me,
That, when I am in heaven, I shall desire
what this child does, and praise my
To see


'Tis ten to one, this play can never please
All that are here: Some come to take their

And sleep an act or two; but those, we fear,
We have frighted with our trumpets; so, 'tis

I thank ye all,-To you, my good lord mayor,
And your good brethren, I am much beholden;
1 have receiv'd much honour by your presence,
And ye sball find me thankful, Lead the way.
Ye must all see the queen, and she must thank

lords ;



They'll say, 'tis naught: others, to hear the
Abus'd extremely, and to cry,-that's witty!
Which we have not done neither : that, I fear,
All the expected good we are like to hear
The merciful construction of good women;
For this play at this time, is only in
For such a one we show'd them: If they smile,
All the best men are our's; for 'tis ill hap,
And say, 'twill do, I know, within a while
If they bold, when their ladies bid them clap.

As this play was probably written in the time of Queen Elizabeth, it is easily determined where Cranmer's eulogium terminated.

• It is supposed that the epilogue and prologue to this play were both written by Ben Jonson.

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