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The model of our chaste loves, his young
ACT V. daughter:
SCENE I.-London. A Gallery in the Palace. The dews of heaven fall thick in blessings on her!
Enter GARDINER, Bishop of Winchester, a Page Beseeching him to give her virtuous breeding,- with a torch before him, met by SIR THOMAS
Gar. It's one o'clock, boy, is't not?
It hath struck. him,
Gar. These should be hours for necessities, Heaven knows how dearly. My next poor Not for delights; times to repair our nature petition
With comforting repose, and not for us Is, that his noble Grace would have some pity To waste these times. Good hour of night, Sir Upon my wretched women, that so long
Thomas! Have follow'd both my fortunes faithfully: Whither so late? Of which there is not one, I dare avow,
Lov. Came you from the king, my lord? And now I should not lie, -but will deserve, 144 Gar. I did, Sir Thomas; and left him at For virtue, and true beauty of the soul,
primero For honesty and decent carriage,
With the Duke of Suffolk. A right good husband, let him be a noble;
I must to him too, 8 And, sure, those men are happy that shall have Before he go to bed. I'll take my leave. 'em.
148 Gar. Not yet, Sir Thomas Lovell. What's The last is, for my men: they are the poorest,
the matter? But poverty could never draw 'em from me; It seems you are in haste: an if there be That they may have their wages duly paid No grcat offence belongs to't, give your friend 'em,
Some touch of your late business: affairs, that And something over to remember me by: 152 walk — If heaven had pleas'd to have given me longer As they say spirits do—at midnight, have life
In them a wilder nature than the business And able means, we had not parted thus. That seeks dispatch by day. These are the whole contents: and, good my Lov.
My lord, I love you, 16 lord,
And durst commend a secret to your ear By that you love the dearest in this world, 156 Much weightier than this work. The queen's in As you wish Christian peace to souls departed, labour, Stand these poor people's friend, and urge the They say, in great extremity; and fear'd king
She'll with the labour end. To do me this last right.
The fruit she goes with 20 Cap.
By heaven, I will, I pray for heartily, that it may find Or let me lose the fashion of a man! 160 Good time, and live: but for the stock, Sir Kath. I thank you, honest lord. Remember Thomas,
I wish it grubb'd up now. In all humility unto his highness:
Methinks I could Say his long trouble now is passing
Cry the amen; and yet my conscience says Out of this world; tell him, in death I bless'd She's a good creature, and, sweet lady, does him,
164 Deserve our better wishes. For so I will. Mine eyes grow dim. Farewell, Gar.
But, sir, sir, My lord. Griffith, farewell. Nay, Patience,
Sir Thomas: you're a gentleman You must not leave me yet: I must to bed; Of mine own way; I know you wise, religious; Call in more women. When I am dead, good And, let me tell you, it will ne'er be well, 29 wench,
168 'Twill not, Sir Thomas Lovell, take 't of me, Let me be us'd with honour: strew me over Till Cranmer, Cromwell, her two hands, and she, With maiden flowers, that all the world may Sleep in their graves. know
Now, sir, you speak of two 32 I was a chaste wife to my grave: embalm me, The most remark'd i' the kingdom. As for Then lay me forth: although unqueen'd, yet Cromwell, like
172 Beside tbat of the jewel-house, is made master A queen, and daughter to a king, inter me. O'the rolls, and the king's secretary; further, I can no more. (Exeunt, leading KATHARINE. sir,
Stands in the gap and trade ofmoe preferments, Remember in my prayers.
Charles, good-night. bishop
[Exit SUFFOLK. Is the king's hand and tongue; and who dare speak
Enter SIR ANTHONY DENNY. One syllable against him?
Well, Sir, what follows? Gar.
Yes, yes, Sir Thomas, Den. Sir, I have brought my lord the archThere are that dare; and I myself have ventur'd bishop,
80 To speak my mind of him: and indeed this day, As you commanded me. Sir,-I may tell it you,-I think I have
Ha! Canterbury? Incens'd the lords o' the council that he is- Den. Ay, my good lord. For so I know he is, they know he is
K. Hen. 'Tis true: where is he, Denny? A most arch heretic, a pestilence
Den. He attends your highness' pleasure. That does infect the land : with which they K. Hen.
Bring him to us. mov'd
[Exit DENNY. Have broken with the king; who hath so far Lov. [Aside.] This is about that which the Given ear to our complaint, -of his great grace bishop spake:
84 And princely care, foreseeing those fell mischiefs I am happily come hither. Our reasons laid before him,-hath commanded To-morrow morning to the council-board 51
Re-enter DENNY, with CRANMER. He be convented. He's a rank weed, Sir Thomas, K. Hen.
Avoid the gallery. And we must root him out. From your affairs
(LOVELL seems to stay. I hinder you too long: good-night, Sir Thomas! Ha! I have said. Begone. Lov. Many good-nights, my lord. I rest your Whatl
[Exeunt LOVELL and DENNY. servant. [Exeunt GARDINER and Page. Cran. I am fearful. Wherefore frowns he
thus? Enter the King and SUFFOLK.
'Tis his aspect of terror: all's not well. K. Hen. Charles, I will play no more to- K. Hen. How now, my lord! You do desire to night;
56 know My mind's not on't; you are too hard for me. Wherefore I sent for you. Suf. Sir, I did never win of you before.
[Kneeling.] It is my duty K. Hen. But little, Charles;
To attend your highness' pleasure. Nor shall not when my fancy's on my play. 60 K. Hen.
Pray you, arise, Now, Lovell, from the queen what is the My good and gracious Lord of Canterbury. 93 news?
Come, you and I must walk a turn together; Lov. I could not personally deliver to her I have news to tell you: come, come, give me What you commanded me, but by her woman I sent your message; who return'd her thanks 64 Ah! my good lord, I grieve at what I speak, 26 In the great'st humbleness, and desir'd your And am right sorry to repeat what follows. highness
I have, and most unwillingly, of late Most heartily to pray for her.
Heard many grievous, I do say, my lord, K Hen.
What sayst thou, ha? Grievous complaints of you; which, being conTo pray for her? what! is she crying out?
sider'd, Lov. So said her woman; and that her suffer- Have mov'd us and our council, that you shall ance made
68 This morning come before us; where, I know, Almost each pang a death.
You cannot with such freedom purge yourself, K. Hen.
Alas! good lady. But that, till further trial in those charges 104 Suf. God safely quit her of her burden, and which will require your answer, you must take With gentle travail, to the gladding of
Your patience to you, and be well contented Your highness with an heir!
To make your house our Tower: you a brother K. Hen.
'Tis midnight, Charles; 72 Prithee, to bed; and in thy prayers remember It fits we thus proceed, or else no witness
108 The estate of my poor queen. Leave me alone; Would come against you. For I must think of that which company Cran. (Kneeling.) i humbly thank your highWould not be friendly to.
I wish your highness 76 And am right glad to catch this good occasion A quiet night; and my good mistress will Most throughly to be winnow'd, where my chaff
And corn shall fly asunder; for I know 112 He's honest, on mine honour. God's blest There's none stands under more calumnious mother! tongues
I swear he is true-hearted; and a soul Than I myself, poor man.
None better in my kingdom. Get you gone, 156 K. Hen. Stand up, good Canterbury: And do as I have bid you. [Exit CRANMER.] He Thy truth and thy integrity is rooted
Enter an Old Lady.
bring Yourself and your accusers; and to have heard Will make my boldness manners. Now, good you,
angels Without indurance, further.
Fly o'er thy royal head, and shade thy person Cran.
Most dread liege, Under their blessed wings! The good I stand on is my truth and honesty:
Now, by thy looks If they shall fail, I, with mine enemies, 124 I guess thy message. Is the queen deliver'd? Will triumph o'er my person; which I weigh Say, ay; and of a boy. not,
Ay, ay, my liege; 165 Being of those virtues vacant. I fear nothing And of a lovely boy: the God of heaven What can be said against me.
Both now and ever bless her! 'tis a girl, K. Hen.
Know you not
Promises boys hereafter. Sir, your queen How your state stands i' the world, with the Desires your visitation, and to be whole world?
128 Acquainted with this stranger: 'tis as like you Your enemies are many, and not small; their As cherry is to cherry. practices
Sir! Might corrupt minds procure knaves as corrupt K. Hen. Give her a hundred marks. I'll to To swear against you? such things have been
Old L. A hundred marks! By this light, I'll You are potently oppos'd, and with a malice
173 Of as great size. Ween you of better luck, 136 An ordinary groom is for such payment: I mean in perjur'd witness, than your master, I will have more, or scold it out of him. Whose minister you are, whiles here he liv'd Said I for this the girl was like to him? 176 Upon this naughty earth? Go to, go to; I will have more, or else unsay't; and now, You take a precipice for no leap of danger, 140 While it is hot, I'll put it to the issue. [Exeunt. And woo your own destruction. Cran.
God and your majesty SCENE II.—The Lobby before the Council. Protect mine innocence! or I fall into
Enter CRANMER; Pursuivants, Pages, &c., They shall no more prevail than we give way
Cran. I hope I am not too late; and yet the Keep comfort to you; and this morning see
gentleman, You do appear before them. If they shall That was sent to me from the council, pray'd
chance, In charging you with matters, to commit you, To make great haste. All fast? what means this? The best persuasions to the contrary 148
Sure, you know me? There make before them. Lookl the good man Keep.
Yes, my lord; 4 weeps;
But yet I cannot help you.
WELL. The Chancellor places himself at the Keep. Your Grace must wait till you be upper end of the table on the left hand; a seat call'd for.
being left void above him, as for the AROH
BISHOP OF CANTERBURY. The rest seat themEnter DOCTOR BUTTS.
selves in order on each side. CROMWELL at the Cran.
So, lower end as secretary. Keeper at the door. Butts. [Aside.] This is a piece of malice. I am glad
Chan. Speak to the business, Master secre I came this way so happily: the king
tary: Shall understand it presently.
Why are we met in council? Cran. [Aside.] 'Tis Butts,
Please your honours, The king's physician. As he past along, Thechiefcause concerns his Grace of Canterbury. How earnestly he cast his eyes upon me.
Gar. Has he had knowledge of it? Pray heaven he sound not my disgracel For
Who waits there? 4 This is of purpose laid by some that hate me, Keep. Without, my noble lords ? God turn their hearts! I never sought their Gar.
My lord archbishop: To quench mine honour: they would shame to And has done half-an-hour, to know your make me
pleasures. Wait else at door, a fellow-counsellor,
Chan. Let him come in. 'Mong boys, grooms, and lackeys. But their Keep.
Your Grace may enter now. pleasures
[CRANMER enters and approaches the Must be fulfill'd, and I attend with patience.
Chan. My good lord archbishop, I'm very Enter, at a window above, the King and BUTTS.
sorry Butts. I'll show your Grace the strangest To sit here at this present and behold sight,
That chair stand empty: but we all are men, K. Hen.
What's that, Butts? In our own natures frail, and capable Butts. I think your highness saw this many of our flesh; few are angels: outof which frailty a day.
And want of wisdom, you, that best should K. Hen. Body o' me, where is it? Butts.
There, my lord, Have misdemean'd yourself, and not a little, The high promotion of his Grace of Canter- Toward the king first, then his laws, in filling bury;
The whole realm, by your teaching and your Who holds his state at door, 'mongst pursuiv- chaplains, ants,
For so we are inform'd, -with new opinions, Pages, and footboys.
Divers and dangerous; which are heresies, K. Hen.
Ha! 'Tis he, indeed: 24 And, not reform’d, may prove pernicious. Is this the honour they do one another?
Gar. Which reformation must be sudden too, 'Tis well there's one above 'em yet. I had My noble lords; for those that tame wild horses thought
Pace 'em not in their hands to make 'em gentle, They had parted so much honesty among 'em,- But stop their mouths with stubborn bits, and At least, good manners, -as not thus to suffer 28 A man of his place, and so near our favour, Till they obey the manage. If we suffer- 24 To dance attendance on their lordships' plea- Out of our easiness and childish pity sures,
Toone man's honour—this contagious sickness, And at the door too, like a post with packets. Farewell all physic: and what follows then? By holy Mary, Butts, there's knavery: 32 Commotions, uproars, with a general taint 28 Let 'em alone, and draw the curtain close; Of the whole state: as, of late days, our neighWe shall hear more anon.
The upper Germany, can dearly witness,
Cran. My good lords, hitherto in all the Enter the Lord Chancellor, the DUKE OF SUFFOLK, progress
the DUKE OF NORFOLK, EARL OF SURREY, Both of my life and office, I have labour'd, Lord Chamberlain, GARDINER, and CROM- | And with no little study, that my teaching
And the strong course of my authority
Crom. Would you were half so honest! Might go one way, and safely; and the end 36 Men's prayers then would seek you, not their Was ever, to do well: nor is there living,—
fears. I speak it with a single heart, my lords,
Gar. I shall remember this bold language. A man that more detests, more stirs against, Crom.
Do. 84 Both in his private conscience and his place, 40 Remember your bold life too. Defacers of a public peace, than I do.
This is too much; Pray heaven the king may never find a heart Forbear, for shame, my lords. With less allegiance in it! Men, that make Gar.
I have done. Envy and crooked malice nourishment
And I. Dare bite the best. I do beseech your lordships Chan. Then thus for you, my lord: it stands That, in this case of justice, my accusers,
agreed, Be what they will, may stand forth face to face, I take it, by all voices, that forth with 88 And freely urge against me.
You be convey'd to the Tower a prisoner; Suf.
Nay, my lord, 48 There to remain till the king's further pleasure That cannot be: you are a counsellor,
Be known unto us. Are you all agreed, lords? And by that virtue no man dare accuse you.
All. We are. Gar. My lord, because we have business of Cran. Is there no other way of mercy, more moment,
But I must needs to the Tower, my lords? We will be short with you. 'Tis his highness' Gar.
What other 93 pleasure,
52 Would you expect? You are strangely trouble. And our consent, for better trial of you, From hence you be committed to the Tower; Let some o' the guard be ready there. Where, being but a private man again, You shall know many dare accuse you boldly,
Enter Guard. More than, I fear, you are provided for. 57 Cran.
For me? Cran. Ah! my good Lord of Winchester, 1 Must I go like a traitor thither? thank you;
Receive him, 96 You are always my good friend: if your will pass, And see him safe i' the Tower. I shall both find your lordship judge and juror, Cran.
Stay, good my lords; You are so merciful. I see your end; 61 I have a little yet to say. Look there, my lords; 'Tis my undoing: love and meekness, lord, By virtue of that ring I take my cause Become a churchman better than ambition: Out of the gripes of cruel men, and give it Win straying souls with modesty again, 64 To a most noble judge, the king my master. Cast none away. That I shall clear myself, Chan. This is the king's ring. Lay all the weight ye can upon my patience, Sur.
'Tis no counterfeit. I make as little doubt, as you do conscience, Suf. 'Tis the right ring, by heaven! I told ye all, In doing daily wrongs. I could say more, 68 | When we first put this dangerous stone a-rolling, But reverence to your calling makes me modest. 'Twould fall upon ourselves. Gar. My lord, my lord, you are a sectary; Nor.
Do you think, my lords, 105 That's the plain truth: your painted gloss dis- The king will suffer but the little finger covers,
Of tbis man to be vex'd? To men that understand you, words and weak- Cham.
'Tis now too certain:
72 | How much more is his life in value with him? Crom. My Lord of Winchester, you are a little, Would I were fairly out on't. By your good favour, too sharp; men so noble, Crom.
My mind gave me, 109 However faulty, yet should find respect In seeking tales and informations For what they have been: 'tis a cruelty 76 Against this man-whose honesty the devil To load a falling man.
And his disciples only envy atGar.
Good Master secretary, Ye blew the fire that burns ye: now have at yel I cry your honour mercy; you may, worst Of all this table, say so.
Enter the KING, frowning on them: he takes Crom. Why, my lord?
his seat. Gar. Do not I know you for a favourer Gar. Dread sovereign, how much are we Of this new sect? ye are not sound.
bound to heaven Crom.
Not sound? In daily thanks, that gave us such a prince; Gar. Not sound, I say.
Not only good and wise, but most religious: 116