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As Lovell is going out, enter the King, and | Which will require your answer, you must tako the Duke of SUFFOLK.

Your patience to you, and be well contented K. Hen, Charles, I will play no more to. To make your house our Tower: You a brothe:

of us, night; My mind's not on't, you are too hard for me.

It fits we thus proceed, or else no witness Suf. Şir, I did never win of you before.

Would come against you. K. Hen. But little, Charles;

Cran. I humbly thank your highness; Nor shall not, when my fancy's on my play.

And am right glad to catch this good occasion Now, Lovell, from the queen what is the

| Most throughly to be winnow'd, where my news?

chaft Lov. I could not personally deliver to her

| And corn shall fly asunder: for, I know, What you commanded me, but by her woman There's none stands under more calumnious I sent your message; who return'd her thanks Than I myself, poor man... [tongues, In the greatest humbleness, and desir'd yonr K. Hen. Stand up, good Canterbury;

Thy truth, and thy integrity, is rooted (up; Most heartily to pray for her.

In us, thy friend: Give me thy hand, stand K. Hen. What say'st thou? ha!

Pr’ythee, let's walk. Now, by my holy-dame, To pray for her? what, is she crying out?

What manner of man are you? My lord, I Lov. So said her woman; and that her suf.'

look'd ferance made

Yon would have given me your petition, that Almost each pang a death,

I should have ta'en some pains to bring togeK. Hen. Alas, good lady!


[you Suf. God safely quit her of her burden, and Yourself and your accusers; and to have heard With gentle travail, to the gladding of

Without indurance, further. Your highness with an heir !

Cran. Most dread liege, K. Hen. "Tis midnight, Charles,

The good I stand on is my truth, and honesty; Pr'ythee, to bed ; and in thy prayers remember | If they shall fail, I, with mine enemies, not, The estate of my poor queen. Leave me alone;

Will triumph o'er my person; which I weight For I must think of that, which coinpany

Being of those virtues vacant. I fear nothing Will not be friendly to.

What can be said against me. Suf. I wish your highness

K. Aen. Know you not how

(world? A quiet night, and my good mistress will

Your state stands i'the world, with the whole Remember in my prayers.

Your enemies K. Hen. Charles, good night.

Are many, and not small; their practices (Exit SUFFOLK.

Must bear the same proportion: and not evert Enter Sir ANTHONY DENNY.

The justice and the truth o'the question carries

The due o'the verdict with it: At what ease Well, Sir, what follows ?

Might corrupt minds procure knaves as corrupt Den. Sir, I have brought my lord the arch. To swear against you? such things have been As you commanded me.


done. K. Hen. Ha! Canterbury?

You are potently oppos’d; and with a malice ; Den. Ay, my good lord.

| Of as great size. Weens you of better luck, K. Hen. 'Tis true: Where is he, Denny? I mean, in perjur'd witness, than your master, Den. He attends your highness' pleasure. Whose minister you are, whiles here he liv'd K. Hen. Bring him to us. [Erit DENNY. Upon this naughty earth? Go to, go to; Lor. This is about that which the bishop | You take a precipice for no leap of danger, spake;

And woo your own destruction. I am happily come hither.

[Aside. Cran. God, and your majesty,

Protect mine innocence, or I fall into
Re-enter Denny, with CRANMER.

The trap is laid for me!
K. Hen. Avoid the gallery.

K. Hen. Be of good cheer;

[to. (Lovell seems to stay. They shall no more prevail, than we give way Ha! I have said.- Begone.

| Keep comfort to you; and this morning see What!

[Exeunt LOVELL and DENNY. You do appear before them; if they shall Cran. I am fearful :- Wherefore frowns he

chance, thus?

In charging you with matters, to commit you, 'Tis his aspect of terror. All's not well. The best persuasions to the contrary K: Hen. How now, my lord? You do desire | Fail not to use, and with what vehemency to know

The occasion shall instruct you: if entreaties Wherefore I sent for you.

Will render you no remedy, this ring Cran. It is my duty,

Deliver them, and your appeal to us (weeps! To attend your highness' pleasure.

There make before them.-Look, the good man K. Hen. 'Pray you, arise,

He's honest, on mine honour. God's blest My good and gracious lord of Canterbury.

mother! Come, you and I must walk a turn together; I swear, he is true-hearted; and a soul I have news to tell you: Come, come, give me None better in my kingdom.-Get you gone, your hand,

And do as I have bid you.- [Exit CRANMER.] Ah, my good lord,'I grieve at what I speak, He has strangled And am right sorry to repeat what follows: His language in his tears. I have, and most unwillingly, of late Heard many grievous. I do say my lord. vous, 1 do say, my lord,

Enter an old Lady. Grievous complaints of you; which, being con Gent. (Within.] Come back; What mean sider'd,

you? Have mov'd us, and our council, that you shall | Lady. I'll not come back: the tidings that I This morning come before us; where, I kpow, You cannot with such freedom purge yourself,

bring But that, till further trial, in those charges '* One or the councii. + Value. Alipays. Think


Will make my boldness marners. Now, good Is this the honour they do one another? angels

'Tis well, there's one above them yet. I had Fly o'er thy royal head, and shade thy person

thought, Uuder their blessed wings!

They had parted so much honesty among them, K. Hen. Now, by thy looks

(At least, good manners,) as not thus to suffer I guess thy message. Is the queen deliver'd ? A man of his place, and so near our favour, Say, ay; and of a boy.

To dance attendance on their lordships' pleaLady. Ay, ay, my liege;

And of a lovely boy: The God of heaven And at the door too, like a post with packets.
Both now and ever bless her!-'tis a girl, By holy Mary, Butts, there's knavery :
Promises boys hereafter. Sir, your queen Let them alone, and draw the curtain close;
Desires your visitation, and to be

We shall hear more anon.
Acquainted with this stranger; 'tis as like you,
As cherry is to cherry.

K. Hen. Lovell,

Enter the Lord CHANCELLOR, the Duke of SufEnter LoVELL.


GARDINER, and CROMWELL. The Chancellor K. Hen. Give her a hundred marks. I'll to places himself at the upper end of the table on the queen.

[Exit King. the left hand; a seat being left toid abore him, Lady. A hundred marks! By this light, as for the Archbishop of CANTERBURY. The I'll have more.

mest seat themselves in order on each side. An ordinary groom is for such payment.

Cromwell at the lower end, as secretary. I will have more, or scold it out of him.

Chan. Speak to the business, master secreSaid I for this, the girl is like to him? I will have more, or else unsay't; and now

| Why are we met in council!

(tary : While it is hot, I'll put it to the issue.

Crom. Please your honours,

(bury. [Exeunt.

| The chief cause concerns his grace of Canter

Gar. Has he had knowledge of it? SCENEII.-Lobby before the Council-Chamber. Crom. Yes.

Nor. Who waits there? Enter CranMER; SERVANTS, DOOR-KEEPER, D. Keep. Without, my noble lords? fc. attending.

Gar. Yes. Cran. I hope, I am not too late; and yet the D. keep. My lord archbishop; gentleman,

[me | And has done half an hour, to know your That was sent to me from the council, pray'd

asures. To make great haste. All fast? what means Chan. Let him come in. -Hoa !

D. Keep. Your grace may enter now. Who waits there?-Sure, you know me?

[CRANMER approuches the Council-lable. D. Keep. Yes, my lord ;

Chan. My good lord archbishop, I am very But yet I cannot help you.

sorry Cran. Why?

To sit here at this present, and behold D. Keep. Your grace must wait, till you be That chair stand empty : But we all are men, callid for.

In our own natures frail ; and capable
Enter Doctor Butts.

Of our flesh, few are angels : out of which

frailty, Cran, So.

And want of wisdom, you, that best should Butts. This is a piece of malice. I am glad,

teach us, I came this way so happily : The king

Have misdemean'd yourself, and not a little, Shall understand it presently. [Exit Butts.

Toward the king first, then his laws, in filling Cran. (Aside.] 'Tis Butts,

The whole realm by your teaching, and your The king's physician; As he past along,

chaplains, How earnestly he cast his eyes upon me!

(For so we are inform’d,) with new opinions, Pray heaven, he sound not my disgrace! For Divers, and dangerous; which are heresies, certain,

And, not reform'd, may prove pernicious. This is of purpose laid, by some that hate me,

Gar. Which reformation must be sudden too, (God turn their hearts! I never sought their

My noble lords: for those, that tamne wild malice,)


[gentle; To quench mine honour: they would shame Pace them not in their hands to make them to make me

| But stop their months with stubborn bits, and Wait else at door; a fellow counsellor,

spur them, Among boys, grooms, and lackeys. But their | Till they obey the manage. If we suffer pleasures

(Out of our easiness, and childish pity Must be fulfill’d, and I attend with patience.

To one man's honour) this contagious sickness, Enter at a window above, the King and Butts.

Farewell, all physic: And what follows then?

Commotions, uproars, with a general taint Butts. I'll show your grace the strangest Of the whole state: as, of late days, our neigh. sight,

bours, K. Hen. What's that, Butts ?

The upper Germany, can dearly witness, Butts. I think, your highness saw this many | Yet freshly pitied in our memories. a day.

Cran. My good lords, hitherto, in all the K. Hen. Body o’me, where is it?

progress Butts. There, my lord:

[bury; Both of my life and office, I have labour'd, The high promotion of bis grace of Canter- And with no little study, that my teaching, Who holds his state at door, 'mongst pursui-| And the strong course of my authority, Pages, and footboys.

(vants, Might go one way, and safely; and the end K. Hen. Ha! 'Tis be, indeed :

| Was ever to do well. por is there living

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I speak it with a single heart,* my lords) 1 Gar. What other

man, that more detests, more stirs against, Would you expect? You are strangely trouble loth in his private conscience, and his place, Let some o'the guard be ready therc. [some ! lefacers of a public peace, than I do. Pray heaven, the king may never find a heart

Enter Guard. Pith less allegiance in it! Men, that make avy, and crooked malice, nourishment, Cran. For me? are bite the best. I do beseech your lord- Must I go like a traitor thither? ships,

Gar. Receive him, bat, in this case of justice, my accusers,

And see bim safe i'the Tower. le what they will, may stand forth face to face, Cran. Stay, good my lords, ind freely urge against me.

I have a little yet to say. Look there, my lords; Saf. Nay, my lord,

| By virtue of that ring, I take my cause hat cannot be; you are a counsellor,

Out of the gripes of cruel men, and give it ind, by that virtue, no man dare accuse you. To a most noble judge, the king my master. Gar. My lord, because we have business of Cham. This is the king's ring. more moment,

Sur. "Tis no counterfeit. Ve will be short with you. 'Tis his highness' | Suf. 'Tis the right ring, by heaven: I tola pleasure,

ye all, Ind our consent, for better trial of you,

When we first put this dangerous stone a rollfrom hence you be committed to the Tower;

| 'Twould fall upon ourselves. Vhere, being but a private man again,

Nor. Do you think, my lords, lou shall know many dare accuse you boldly, The king will suffer but the little finger More than, I fear, you are provided for.

Of this man to be vex'd ? Cran. Ah, my good lord of Winchester, I Cham. 'Tis now too certain: thank you,

spass, How much more is his life in value with him? Ton are always my good friend; if your will 'Would I were fairly out on't. Ishall both find your lordship judge and juror,

Crom. My mind gave me, Pou are so merciful : I see your end,

In seeking tales, and informations, Tis my undoing: Love, and meekness, lord, Against this man, (whose honesty the devil Become a churchman better than ambition;

And his disciples only envy at,) Win straying souls with modesty again, | Ye blew the fire that burns ye: Now hare at ye. Cast pone away. That I shall clear myself, Lay all the weight ye can upon my patience, Enter King, frowning on them; takes his seut. I make as little doubt, as you do conscience, In doing daily wrongs. I could say more,

Gar. Dread sovereign, how much are we But reverence to your calling makes me mo

bound to heaven dest.

In daily thanks, that gave us such a prince; Gar. My lord, my lord, you are a sectary,

Not only good and wise, but most religious : That's the plain truth; your painted gloss dis

One that, in all obedience, makes the church covers,


The chief aim of his honour; and, to strengthen To men that understand you, words and weak. That holy duty, out of dear re

| That holy duty, out of dear respect, Crom. My lord of Winchester, you are a lit. | His royal self in judgement comes to hear

The cause betwixt her and this great offender. By yom good favour, too sharp; men so noble,

K, Hen. You were ever good at sudden comHowever faulty, yet should find respect

mendations, For what they have been: 'tis a cruelty,

Bishop of Winchester. But know, I come not To load a falling man.

To hear such flattery now, and in my presence; Gær. Good master secretary,

They are too thin and base to hide offences. 1 cry your honour mercy; you may, worst

To me you cannot reach, you play the spaniel, Of all this table, say so.

And think with wagging of your tongue to win Crom. Why, my lord?

me; Gar. Do not I know you for a favourer

| But, whatsoe'er thou tak'st me for, I am sure, Of this new sect? ye are not sound,

Thou hast a cruel nature, and a bloody.Crom. Not sound?

Good man, (To CRANMER.] sit down. Now let Gar. Not sound, I say.

me see the proudest Crom. 'Would you were half so honest!

He, that dares most, but wag his finger at thee: Den's prayers then would seek you, not their

t their By'all that's holy, he had better starve, fears.

| Than but once think his place becomes thee Gar. I shall remember this bold language.

not. Crom. Do.

Sur. May it please your grace,Remember your bold life too.

K. Hen. No, Sir, it does not please me. Chan. This is too much;

I had thought, I had had men of some underForbear, for sbame, my lords.

standing Gar. I have done.

And wisdom, of my council; but I find none. Crom. And I.

Was it discrétion, lords, to let this man, Chan. Then thus for you, my lord. It This good man, (few of you deserve that title) stands agreed,

This honest man, wait like a lowsy footboy I take it, by all voices, that forthwith

At chamber door ? and one as great as you are? 1.ou be convey'd to the Tower a prisoner;

Why, what a shame was this? Did my com. There to remain, till the king's further pleasure

mission known unto us: Are you all agreed, lords? | Bid ye so far forget yourselves? I gave ye

Power as he was a counsellor to try him, Cran. Is there no other way of mercy,

Not as a groom; There's some of ye, I see, Brt I must needs to the Tower, my lords?

More out of malice than integrity,

Would try him to the utmost, bad ye mean * * 12 singicncs cireart. Acts si. 44

Which ye shall never have while in:


All, We are.


Chun. Thus far

1 Port. You dic, nothing, Sir. My most dread sovereign, may it like your Mun. I am not Samson, nor Sir Guy, nor grace

[pos'd Colbrand,* to mow them down before me: but, To let my tongue excuse all. What was pur. If I spared any, that had a head to hit, either Concerning his imprisonment, was rather young or old, he or she, cuckold or cuckold. (If there be faith in men,) meant for his trial, maker, let me never hope to see a chine again. And fair purgation to the world, than malice; and that I would not for a cow, God save her. I am sure, in'me.

1 (Within.] Do you hear, master Porter? _K. Hen. Well, well, my lords, respect him ;| Port. I ishall be with you presently, good Take him, and use him well, he's worthy of it. master puppy.-Keep the door close, Sirrah. I will say thus much for him, If a prince

Man. What would you have me do? May be beholden to a subject, I

Port. What should you do, but knock them Am, for his love and service, so to him. down by the dozens? Is this Moorfields to Make me no more ado, but all embrace him ; muster in? or have we some strange Indian Be friends, for shame, my lords.--My lord of with the great tool come to court, the women so Canterbury,

besiege us? Bless me, what a fry of fornication I have a suit which you must not deny me; is at door! On my Christian conscience, this This is, a fair young maid that yet wants bap- one christening will beget a thousand ; here tism,

will be father, godfather, and all together. You must be godfather, and answer for her. | Man. The spoons will be the bigger, Sir. Cran. The greatest monarch now alive may There is a fellow somewhat near the door, he glory

should be a brazier by his face, for, o' my conIn such an honour ; How may I deserve it, science, twenty of the dog-days now reign in's That am a poor and humble subject to you? nose ; all that stand about him are under the K, Hen. Come, come, my lord, you'd spare line, they need no other penance: That fire. your spoons;* you shall have

drake did I hit three times on the head, and Two noble partners with you; the old duchess three times was his nose discharged against of Norfolk,

(you ? me; he stands there, like a mortar-piece, to And lady marquis Dorset; Will these please blow us. There was a haberdasher's wife of Once more, my lord of Winchester, I charge small wit near him, that railed upon me tilt Embrace, and love this man.

[you, I her pink'd porringert fell off her head, for Gar. With a true heart,

kindling such a combustion in the state. I And brother-love, I do it.

miss'd the meteorf once, and hit that woman, Cran. And let heaven

who cried out, clubs! when I might see from Witness, how dear I hold this confirmation. far some forty truncheoneers draw to her sucK. Hen. Good man, those joyful tears show cour, which were the hope of the Strand, where thy true heart.

she was quartered. They fell on; I made good The common voice, I see, is verified [bury my place; at length they came to the broomOf thee, which says thus, Do my lord of Canter staff with me, I defied them still; when sud. A shrewd turn, and he is your friend for ever. denly a file of boys behind them, loose shot, Come, lords, we trifle time away ; I long delivered such a shower of pebbles, that I was To have this young one made a Christian.

| fain to draw mine honour in, and let them win As I have made ye one, lords, one remain; the work: The devil was amongst them, I think, So I grow stronger, you more honour gain. surely.,

(Exeunt. | Port. These are the youths that thunder at a

play-house, and fight for bitten apples; that SCENE 111.-The Palace Yard.

no audience, but the Tribulation of Tower-hill, Noise and tumult within. Enter Porter and or the limbs of Limehouse, their dear brothers, his Man.

are able to endure. I have some of them in Port. You'll leave your noise anon, ye ras

Limbo Patrum, and there they are like to

dance these three days; besides the running cals: Do you take the court for Paris-garden ?+|

A banquet of two beadles,|| that is to come. ye rude slaves, leave your gaping.

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

Enter the Lord CHAMBERLAIN. Port. Belong to the gallows, and be hanged, Cham. Mercy o’me, what a multitude are you rogue: Is this a place to roar in ?-Fetch


(coming, me a dozen crab-tree staves, and strong ones; They grow stil: too, from all parts they are these are but switches to them.-l'ii scratch As if we kept a fair here! Where are these your heads : You must be seeing christenings?

porters, Do you look for ale and cakes here, you rude These lazy koaves ?-Ye have made a fine rascals?

hand, fellows. Man. Pray, Sir, be patient; 'tis as much There's a trim rabble let in : Are all these impossible

[cannons,) / Your faithful friends o'the suburbs? We shall (Unless we sweep them from the door with


(ladies To scatter them, as 'tis to make them sleep Great store of room, no doubt, left for the On May-day morning; which will never be: When they pass back from the christening. We may as well push against Paul's, as stir Port. An't please your honour them.

We are but men ; and what so many may do, Port. How got they in, and be hang'd? Not being torn a pieces, we have done : Man. Alas, I know not; How gets the tide An army cannot rule them. Is much as one sound cudgel of four foot [in?! Cham. As I live, (You see the poor remainder) could distribute, If the king blame me for't, I'll lay ye all I inade no spare, Sir.

By the heels, and suddenly; and on your heads It was an ancient custom for sponsors to present spoons * Guy of Warwick, nor Colbrand the Danish glans to their god-chi.dren.

+ Pink'd cap.

i The brarier. + The bear garden on the Bank-side. Roaring.

Place of confinement. A desert of whipping

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Clap round fines, for neglect: You are lazy | And hang their heads with sorrow: Good knaves;

grows with her: And bere ye lie baiting of bumbards,* when In her days, every man shall eat in safety Ye should do service. Hark, the trumpets Under his own vine, what he plants; and sing sound;

The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours: They are come already from the christening: | God shall be truly known; and those about her Go, break among the press, and find a way out From her shall read the perfect ways of honTo let the troop pass fairly; or I'll find


[blood. A Marshalsea, shall hold you play these two And by those claim their greatness, not by months.

[Nor* shall this peace sleep with her. But as Port. Make way there for the princess.

when Man. You great fellow, stand close up, or The oird of wonder dies, the maiden phoenix, I'll make your head ache.

Her ashes new create another heir.
Port. You i'the camblet, get up o'the rail; As great in admiration as herself;
I'll pickt you o'er the pales else. [Exeunt. So shall she leave her blessedness to one,

(When heaven shall call her from this cloud of SCENE IV.-The Palace.

darkness,) Enter Trumpets, sounding; then two Aldermen, Who, from the sacred ashes of her honour, Lord MAYOR, GARTER, CRANMER, Duke of Shall star-like rise, as great in fame as she was, NORFOLK, with his Marshul's Staff, Duke of And so stand fix'd: Peace, plenty, love, truth, SUFFOLK, 'two Noblemen bearing great stand

terror, ing-boucls for the christening gifts; then four | That were the servants to this chosen infant, Noblemen bearing a canopy, under which the Shall then be his, and like a vine grow to him; Duchess of NORFOLK podmother bearing the Wherever the bright sun of heaven shall shine. child richly habited in a mantle, &c. Train His honour and the greatness of his name borne by a Lady; then follows the Marchioness Shall be, and make new nations; He shall of Dorset, the other godmother, and Ladies.

flourish, The Troop pass once about the stage, and GAR- | And, like a mountain cedar, reach his branches TER speaks.

To all the plains about him : Our children's Gurt. Heaven from thy endless goodness,

children send prosperous life, long, and ever happy, to

Shall see this, and bless heaven. the high and mighty princess of England,

| K. Hen. Thou speakest wonders, ] Elizabeth!

Cran. She shall be, to the happiness of Eng

land, Flourish. Enter King, and Train.

An aged princess; many days shall see her, Cran. (Kneeling.) And to your royal grace,

And yet no day without a deed to crown it. and the good queen,

'Would I had known no more! but she must My noble partners, and myself, thus pray:

(gin, All comfort, joy, in this most gracious lady, She must, the saints must have her; yet a virHeaven ever laid up to make parents happy, A most unspotted lily shall she pass' (her, May bourly fall upon ye!

To the ground, and all the world shall mourn K. Hen.' Thank you, good lord archbishop; |_ K. Hen. () lord archbishop, What is her pame?

Thou hast made me now a man; never, before Cran. Elizabe!.

This happy child, did I get any thing: K. Hen. Stand up, lord.

This oracle of comfort has so pleas'd me, (The King kisses the child. That, when I am in heaven, I shall desire With this kiss take my blessing: God protect | To see what this child does, and

To see what this child does, and praise my Into whose hands I give thy life, [thee!

Maker. Cran. Amen,

I thank ye all,—To you, my good lord mayor, K. Hen. My noble gossips, ye have been too. And your good brethren, I am much beholden; prodigal:

I have receiv'd much honour by your presence, I thank ye heartily; so shall this lady, And ye shall find me thankful. Lead the way, When she has so much English.


(ye, Cran. Let me speak, Sir,

lutter | Ye must all see the queen, and she must thank For heaven now bids me, and the words I She will be sick else. This day, no man think Let none think flattery, for they'll find them He has business at his house; for all shall stay, truth.

(her!) This little one shall make it holiday. (Exeunt. This royal infant, (heaven still move about Though in her cradle, yet now promises

EPILOGUE. pon this land a thousand thousand blessings, 'Tis ten to one, this play can never please Which time shall bring to ripeness: She shall | All that are here: Some come to take their be

ease, (But few now living can behold that goodness,)| And sleep an act or two; but those, we fear, A pattern to all princes living with her, We have frighted with our trumpets; so, 'tis And all that shall succeed: Sheba was never


[city More covetous of wisdom, and fair virtue, They'll say, ''tis naught: others, to hear the Than this pure soul shall be: all princely Abus'd extremely, and to cry,that's witty! graces,

Which we have not done neither: that, I fear, That mould up such a mighty piece as this is, | All the expected good we are like to hear With all}the virtues that attend the good, sher, For this play at this time, is only in Shall still be doubled on her: truth shall nurse The merciful construction of good women; Holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her: For such a one we show'd them; If they smile She shall be lov'd' and fear'd: Her uwn shall And say, 'twill do, I know, within a while bless her:

All the best men are ours; for 'tis ill hap, Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, If they hold, when their ladies bid them clap. lack leather vessels to hold beer. † Pitch. *This and the following seventeen lines were probably • At Greenwich. 2 R

written by B. Jonson, after the accession of King James.


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