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Grievous complaints of you; which being confider'd,
Cran. I humbly thank your Highness, And am right glad to catch this good occafion Moft throughly to be winnow'd, where my And corn fhall fly afunder. For I know There's none ftands under more calumnious tongues Than I my felf, poor man.
King. Stand up, good Canterbury ;
Cran, Moft dread Liege,
The good I ftand on is my truth and honesty:
which I weigh not, I fear nothing
Will triumph o'er my perfon;
King. Know you not
How your ftate ftands i' th' world, with the whole world?
Your foes are many, and not small; their practices
Your'e potently oppos'd; and with a malice
King. Be of good cheer,
They fhall no more prevail than we give way to:
There make before them. Look, the good man weeps!
None better in my kingdom. Get you gone,
Gent. Within. Come back; what mean you?
King. Now by thy looks
And of a lovely boy; the God of heav'n
Is the Queen deliver❜d?
Acquainted with this ftranger; 'tis as like you,
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 else unfay't; now, while 'tis hot, I'll put it to the iffue.
Cran: Hope I'm not too late, and yet the gentleman me from
To make great hafte.
All faft? what means this? hoa? fure you know me?
Keep. Yes, my lord;
Keep. Your Grace muft wait 'till you be call'd for,
Enter Doctor Butts.
Butts. This is a piece of malice: I am glad
Cran. 'Tis Butts,
The King's phyfician; as he paft along,
Wait elfe at door: a fellow-counsellor
Mong boys and grooms and lackeys! but their pleasures Must be fulfill'd, and I attend with patience.
Enter the King and Butts at a window above.
Butts. I think your Highness faw this many a day.
The high promotion of his Grace of Canterbury,
King. Ha! 'tis he indeed.
Is this the honour they do one another?
A council table brought in with chairs and ftools, and placed under the ftate. Enter Lord-chancellor, places himself at the upper end of the table on the left hand. A feat being left void above him, as for the Archbishop of Canterbury. Duke of Suffolk, Duke of Norfolk, Surrey, Lord-chamberlain, and Gardiner, feat themselves in order on each fide. Cromwell at the lower end, as Secretary.
Chan. Speak to the business, Mr Secretary : Why are we met in council?
Crom. Please your Honours,
The caufe concerns his Grace of Canterbury,
Nor. Who waits there?
Keep. Without, my noble lords?
Keep. My lord Arch-bishop;
And has done half an hour, to know your pleasures, Chan. Let him come in.
Keep. Your Grace may enter now.
[Cranmer approaches the council table Chan. My good lord Arch-bishop, I'm very forry To fit here at this prefent, and behold That chair ftand empty: but we all are men In our own natures frail, and capable Of frailty, few are angels; from which frailty And want of wisdom, you that beft fhould teach us, Have misdemean'd your felf, and not a little : Tow'rd the King first, then his laws, in filling The whole realm, by your teaching and your chaplains, (For so we are inforin'd) with new opinions Divers and dang'rous, which are herefies; And not reform'd, may prove pernicious.
Gard. Which reformation must be fudden too, My noble lords; for those that tame wild horfes Pace 'em not in their hands to make 'em gentle, But ftop their mouths with stubborn bits, and fpur 'em 'Till they obey the manage. If we suffer (Out of our eafinefs and childish pity To one man's honour) this contagious fickness, Farewel all phyfick: and what follows then? Commotions, uproars, with a gen❜ral taint Of the whole ftate: as of late days our neighbours The upper Germany can dearly witness, Yet freshly pitied in our memories.
Cran. My good lords, hitherto, in all the progrefs Both of my life and office, I have labour'd (And with no little ftudy) that my teaching And the ftrong courfe of my authority, Might go one way, and fafely; and the end Was ever to do well: nor is there living (I fpeak it with a fingle heart, my lords)