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Kath. O my good lord, that comfort comes to For honesty, and decent carriage, late;

A right good husband ; let him be a noble: 'Tis like a pardon after execution:

And,sure, those men are happy that shall have'em. That gentle physick, given in time, had cur'd


The last is, for my men ;-they are the poorest, But now I'm påst all comforts here, but prayers. 5 But poverty could never draw 'em from me;How does his highness?

That they nay have their wages duly paid'em, Cap. Madam, in good health.

And something over to remember me by: Cath. So may be ever do: and ever flourish, If heaven had pleas'd to have given me longer life, When I shall dwell with worms, and my poor And able means, we had not parted thus. (lord,

10 These are the whole contents:-And, good my Banish'd the kingdom !—Patience, is that letter, By that you love the dearest in this world, I caus'd you write, yet sent away?


you wish christian peace to souls departed, Pat. No, madani.

Stand these poor people's friend, and urge the king Kath. Sir, I most humbly pray you to deliver To do me this last right. This to my lord the king.

15 Cap. By heaven, I will; Cap. Most willing, madam.

[ness! Or let me lose the fashion of a man! [me Kath. In which I have commended to his good- Kath. I thank you, honest lord. Remeniber The model of our chaste loves, his young daughter: In all humility unto his higliness: The dews of heaven fall thick in-blessings on her! Say, his long trouble now is passing Beseeching him, to give her virtuous breeding; 20 Out of this world: tell him, in death I blest him, (She is young, and of a noble modest nature; Forso I will.-Mine eyes grow dim.-Farewell, I hope, she will deserve well) and a little My lord.—Griffith, farewell. - Nay, Patience, To love her for her mother's sake, that lov'd him, You must not leave me yet. I must to bed;Heaven knows how dearly. My next poor pe

Call in more women.- -When I am dead, good tition


wench, Is, that his noble grace would have some pity Let me be us'd with honour; strew me over Upon my wretched women, that so long With maiden tlowers, that all the world may know Have follow'd both my fortunes faithfully: I was a chaste wife to my grave: embalm me, Of which there is not one, I dare avow,

Then lay me forth: although unqueen’d, yet like (And now I should not lye) but will deserve, 30 A queen, and daughter to a king, interr me. For virtue, and true beauty of the soul,

I can no more. [Exeunt, leading Katharine,

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Some touch of your late business : Affairs, that 40

walk Some Part of the Palace.

(As, they say, spirits do) at midnight, have

in them a wilder nature, than the business Enter Gardiner, Bishop of Winchester, a Page with

That seeks dispatch by day. a torch before him, met by Sir Thomas Lovel.

Lor. My lord, I love you ; Gard. It's one a'clock, boy, is't not?

45 And durst commend a secret to your ear Boy. It hath struck.

Much weightier than this work. The queen’s in Gard. These should be hours for necessities,

Not for delights; times to repair our nature They say, in great extremity; and fear'd,
With comforting repose, and not for us [Thomas! She'll with the labour end.
To waste these times.- -Good hour of night, sir 50 Gard. The fruit she goes with,
Whither so late?

I pray for heartily; that it may find (mas, Lor. Came you from the king, my lord? Good time, and live; but for the stock, Sir Tho

Gard. I did, Sir Thomas; and left him at pri- I wish it grubb'd up now. With the duke of Suffolk.

[mero' Lor. Methinks, I could Lot. I must to him too,

55 Cry the Amen; and yet my conscience says Before he go to bed. I'll take my leave. She's a good creature, and, sweet lady, does Gard. Not yet, Sir Thomas Lovel. What's Deserve our better wishes. the matter?

Gard. But, sir, sir,-It seems, you are in haste: an if there be Hear me, Sir Thomas : You are a gentleman Ivo great offence belongs to't, give your friend (60Of mine own way o; I know, you wise, religious ;

Primero and primar sta, two games at cards, that is, first, and first seen: because he that can shew such an order of cards first, wins the game. i.e. of mine own opinion in religion.

your hand.

And, let me tell you, it will ne'er be well,

Enter Sir Anthony Denny. 'Twill not, Sir Thomas Lovel, take't of me,- Well, sir, what follows ?

[bishop, 'Till Cranmer, Cromwell, her two hands, and she, Denny. Sir, I have brought my lord tħe arck Sleep in their graves.


commanded me.
Lor. Now, sir, you speak of two [well, 5 King. Ha! Canterbury?
The most remark'd i'the kingdom. As for Crom- Denny. Ay, my good lord.
Beside that of the jewel-house, he's made master King. 'Tis true: Where is he, Denny?
O'the rolls, and the king's secretary; further, sir, Denny. He attends your highness' pleasure.
Stands in the gap and trade' of more preferments, King. Bring hini to us.

[Erit Denny. With which the time will load him: The arch-10 Lor. This is about that which the bishop spake; bishop [speak I am happily come hither.

[Aside. Is the king's hand, and tongue: And who dare

Re-enter Denny, with Cranmer. One syllable against him?

King. Avoid the gallery. [Lovel seemeth to stay, Gard. Yes, yes, Sir Thoinas,

Ha !_I have said. Be gone. There are that dare; and I myself have ventur'd 15 What!

[Exeunt Lovel, and Denny. To speak my mind of him: and, indeed, this day, Cran. Iam fearful: Wherefore frowns he thus? Sir, (I may tell it you) I think, I have 'Tis his aspect of terror. All's not well. [know Incens'd the lords o' the council, that he is King. How now, my lord? You do desire to (For so I know he is, they know he is)

Wherefore I sent for you. A most arch-heretick, a pestilence

20 Cran. It is my duty, That does infect the land: with which they mov’d, To attend your highness' pleasure. Have broken with the king; who hath so far King. Pray you, arise, Given ear to our complaint, (of bis great grace My good and gracious lord of Canterbury. And princely care; foresceing those fell mischiefs Come, you and I must walk a turn together; Ourreasons laid before him) he hath commanded, 25( have news to tell you : Come, come, give me To-morrow morning to the council-board (mas, He be convented. He's a rank weed, Sir Tho- Ah, my good lord, I grieve at what I speak, And we must root him out. From


affairs And am right sorry to repeat what follows: I binder you too long: good night, Sir Thomas ! I have, and most unwillingly, of late Lor. Nsany good nights, my lord ! I rest your 30 Heard many grievous, I do say, my lord,

servant. [Exeunt Gardiner and Page. Grievous complaints of you ; which, being conAs Locel is going out, enter the King, and the Dukt

of Suffolk.
Have mov'd us and our council, that

you shall King. Charles, I will play no more to-night; This morning come before us; where, I know, My mind's not on't, you are too hard for ine. 35 You cannot with such freedom purge yourself,

Suf. Sir, I did never win of you before. But that, 'till further trial, in those charges
King. But little, Charles;

Which will require your answer, you must take Nor shall not, when my fancy's on my play.“ Your patience to you, and be well contended Now, Lovel, from the queen what is the news? To make your house our Tower : You a brother

Loo. I could not personally deliver to her 140
What you commanded me, but by her woman It fits we thus procecd, or else no witness
I sent your message; who return'd her thanks

Would come against you.
In the greatest humbleness, and desired your high- Cran. I humbly thank your highness;
Most heartily to pray for her,

[ness. And am right glad to catch this good occasion King. What say'st thou? ha!

45 Most thoroughly to be winnow'd, where my chaff To pray for her? what, is she crying out? (made And corn shall Hy asunder: for, I know,

Loo. So said her woman; and that her sufferance There'snonestandsundermorecalumnioustongues, Almost each pang a death.

Than I myself, poor man. King. Alas, good lady!

King. Stand up, good Canterbury; Suf. God safely quit her of her burden, and 50 Thy truth, and thy integrity, is rooted With gentle travail, to the gladding of

In us, thy friend: Give me thy hand, stand up; Your highness with an heir !

Pr’ythee, let's walk. Now, by my holy dame, King. "Tis midnight, Charles;

What manner of man are you? My lord, I look'd Prythee to bed; and in thy prayers remember You would have given me your petition, that The estate of my poor queen. Leave me alone; 55 I should have ta’en some pains to bring together For I must think of that, which company Yourself and your accusers; and to have heard you Would not be friendly to.

Without indurance, further. Suf. I wish your highness

Cran. Most dread liege, A quiet night, and my good mistress will The good I stand on is my truth and honesty; Remember in my prayers,

60 If they shall fail, I, with mine enemies, King. Charles, good night. [Exit Suffolk. Will triumph o'er my person ! which I weigh not,

'i.e. the practised method, the general course. a i.e. they have broken silence, and told their minds to the king. i.e. summon'd, conden'd. * i.e. you being one of the council.

of us“,


Being of those virtues vacant. I fear nothing An ordinary groom is for such payment.
What can be said against me.

I will have more, or scold it out of him.
King. Know you not

[world Said I for this, the girl was like to him? How your state stands i’ the world, with the whole I I will have more, or else unsay't; and now, Your enemies are many, and not small; their 5 While it is hot, I'll put it to the issue. (Exeunt.

practices Must bear the same proportion: and not ever

SCENE The justice and the truth o' the question carries

Before the Council Chamber. The due o' the verdict with it: At what ease Cranner, Scrrants, Door-keeper, sc. attending. Might corrupt minds procure knaves as corrupt 10

Cran. I hope, I'm not too late ; and yet the Toswear against you? Such things have been done.

gentleman, You are potently oppos'd; and with a malice

That was sent to me from the council, pray'd me Of as great size. Ween' you of better luck,

To make great haste. All fast? what means I mean, in perjur'd witness, than your Master,

this?Hoa! Whose minister you are, whiles here he liv'd 15 Who waits there:-Sure, you know me? Upon this naughty earth? Go to, go to;

D. Keep. Yes, my lord";
You take a precipice for no leap of danger, But yet I cannot help you.
And woo your own destruction.

Cran. Why?
Cran. God, and your majesty,
Protect mine innocence, or I fall into

D. Keep. Your grace must wait 'till you be 201

called for. The trap is laid for me! King. Be of good cheer;

Enter Doctor Butts. They shall no more prevail, than we give way to.

Cran. So, Keep comfort to you ; and this morning see

Butts. This is a piece of malice. I am glad, You do appear before them: if they shall chance, 25 I came this way so happily: The king In charging you with matters, to commit you,

shall understand it presently.

[Exit Butts. The best persuasions to the contrary

Cran. (Aside.) T'is Butts, Fail not to use, and with what vehemency

The king's physician: As he pass'd along, The occasion shall instruct you: if entreaties

How earnestly he cast his eyes upon me! Will render you no reniedy, this ring

30 Pray heaven besound not my'disgrace! For certain, Deliver them, and your appeal to us

This is of purpose lay'd, by some that hate me, There make before them.Look, the good man

(God turn their hearts !I never sought theirmalice) weeps!

Po quench mine honour: they would shame to He's honest, on mine honour. God's blest mother!

make me I swear, he is true-hearted; and a soul

35 Wait else at door; a fellow counsellor, [sures None better in my kingdom. Get you gone,

Among boys,grooms, and lackeys. But their pleaAnd do as I have bid you.--He has strangled

Must be füllill'd, and I attend with patience. His language in his tears. [Exit Cranmer. Enter the King, and Butts, at a reindore above. Enter an Old Lady

Butts. I'll shew your grace the strangest sight,-Gent. [zrithin.] Come back; what mean you 40 King. What's that, Butts ? Lady. I'll not come back; the tidings that I

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

(angels King. Body o me, where is it? Will make my boldness manners. Now, good

Butts. There, my lord: Fly o'er thy royal head, and shadethy person

The high promotion of his grace of Canterbury; Under their blessed wings!

45 Who holds his state at door, 'mongst pursuivants, King. Now, by thy looks

Pages, and foot-boys.
I guess thy message. Is the queen deliver'd ? King. Ha ! 'Tis he, indeed:
Say, ay; and of a boy.

Is this the honour they do one another?
Lady. Ay, ay, my siege ;

"Tis well, there's one above 'em yet. I had thought, And of a lovely boy: The God of heaven 50 They had parted so much honesty among 'em, Both now and ever bless her! 'tis a girl, (It least, good manners) as not thus to suffer Promises boys hereafter. Sir, your queen

A man of his place, and so near our favour, Desires your visitation, and to be

Todance attendance on their lordships' pleasures, Acquainted with this stranger; 'tis as like you,

And at the door too, like a post with packets. As cherry is to cherry.

55 By holy Mary, Butts, there's knavery: King. Lovel,

Let'em alone, and draw the curtain close : Enter Lorel.

We shall hear more anon. Lot. Sir.

Enter the Lord Chancellor, places himself at the upKing. Give her an hundred marks. I'll to the per end of the table on the left hand; a seat bring queen.

[Erà King. 60 left voidabove him, as for the Archbishop of CanLady. An hundred marks! by this light, I'll terbury. Duke of Suffolk, Duke of Norfolk,Surhave more.

rey, Lord Chamberlain, and Gardiner, seat then


{Toween is to think, to imagine, Obsolete.


selves in order on each side, Cromwell at the lozuer And, by that virtue, no man dare accuse you. end, us Secretary:

Gard. Mylord, because we have busine :s of more Chan. Speak to the business, master Secretary: moment,

(pleasure, Why are we met in council ?

We will be short with you. 'Tis his highness. Crom. Please your honours,

5 And our consent, for better trial of you, The chief cause concerns his grace of Canterbury. From hence you be committed to the Tower; Gard. Has he had knowledge of it?

Where, being but a private man again, Crom. Yes.

You shall know many dare accuse you boldly, Nor. Who waits there?

More than, I fear,you are provided for.(thank you, D. Keep. Without, my noble lords ?

10 Cran. Ah, my good lord of Winchester, I Gurd. Yes,

You are always my good friend; if your will pass, D. Keep. My lord archbishop:

I shall both find your lordship judge and juror, And has done half an hour,to know your pleasures. You are so merciful: I see your end, Chan. Let him come in.

'Tis my undoing: Love, and meekness, lord, D. Keep. Your grace may enter now, 15 Become a churchman better than ambition;

[Crann r approaches the council table. Win straying souls with modesty again, Chan. My good lord archbishop, I am very sorry Cast none away. That I shall clear myself, To sit here at this present, and behold

Lay all the weight ye can upon my patience, That chair stand empty: But we all are men, I make as little doubt, as you do conscience In our own natures frail ; and capable

20 In doing daily wrongs. I could say more,
Of our flesh, few are angels?: out of which frailty, But reverence to your calling makes me modest.
And want of wisdom, you, that best should teach us, Gard. My lord, my lord, you are a sectary,
Have misdemean'd yourself, and not a little, That's the plain truth;yourpaintedgloss'discovers,
Toward the king first, then his laws,in filling [lains', To men that understand you, words and weakness.
The whole realmı,by your teaching, and your chap-25. Crom. My. lord of Winchester, you are a little,
(For so we are inform’d) with new opinions, By your good favour, too sharp; inen so noble,
Divers, and dangerous ; which are heresies, However faulty, yet should find respect
And, not reform’d, may prove pernicious. For what they have been : 'tis a cruelty,

Gard. Which reformation must be sudden too, To load a falling man.
My noble lords : for those, that tame wild horses, 30 Gard. Good master Secretary,
Pace'em not in their hands to inake 'em gentle; cry your honour mercy; you may, worst
But stop their mouths with stubborn bits, and spur

Of all this table, say so.
'Till they obey the manage. If we suffer ['em, Crom. Why, my lord?
(Out of our easiness, and childish pity

Gard. Do not I know you for a favouror
To man's honour) this contagious sickness, 35 Of this new sect? ye are not sound.
Farewell all physic: And what follows then? Crom. Not sound?
Commotions, uproars, with a general taint

Gard. Not sound, I say.
Ofthe wholestate: as, of late days,our neighbours, Crom. 'Would you were half so honest!
The upper Germany, can dearly witness, Men's prayers then would seek you, not their fears.
Yet freshly pitied in our memories.

40 Gard. I shall remember this bold language. Cran. My good lords, hitherto, in all the progress Crom. Do: Both of my life and office, I have labour'd, Remember your bold life too. And with no little study, that my teaching,

Cham. This is too much;
And the strong course of my authority,

Forbear, for shame, my lords.
Might go one way, and safely; and the end 1451 Gard. I have done.
Was ever, to do well: nor is there living

Crom. And I.

[agreed, (I speak it with a single heart, my lords,)

Cha'n. Then thus for you, my lord, --It stands A man, that more detests, more stirs against, I take it, by all voices, that forthwith Both in his private conscience, and his place, You be conveyed to the Tower a prisoner ; . Defacers of a publie peace, than I do.

50 There to remain, 'till the king's further pleasure Pray heaven, the king inay never find a heart Be known unto us: Are you all agreed, lords ? With less allegiance in it! Men, that inake

All. We are. Envy, and crooked malice, nourishment,

Cran. Is there no other way of mercy, Dare bite the best. I do beseech your lordships, But I must needs to the Tower, my lords? That, in this case of justice, my accusers,

Gard. What other

(some: Be what they will, may stand forth face to face, Would you expect? You are strangely troubleAnd freely urge against me.

Let some o' the guard be ready there. SỰ. Nay, my lorct,

Enter Guard. That cannot be; you are a counsellor,

Cran. For me? This lord chancellor, though a character, has hitherto had no place in the Dramatis Persona. In the last scene of the fourth act, we heard that Sir Thomas More was appointed lord chancellor : but it. is not he, whom the poet here introduces. Wolsey, by command, delivered up the seals on the 18th of November, 1529; on the 25th of the same month, they were delivered to Sir Thomas More, who surrender'd them on the 16th of May, 1532. Now the conclusion of this scene taking notice of queen Elizabeth's birth (which brings it down to the year 1534), Sir Thomas Audlie must necessarily be our poet's chancellor; who succeeded Sir Thomas More, and held the seals many years. Meaning, perhaps, Few are perfect, while they remain in their mortal capacity. : i.e. your fair outside.



Must I go like a traitor thither?

Not as a groom : There's some of ye, I see, Gard. Receive him,

More out of malice than integrity, And see him safe i' the Tower.

Would try him to the utmost, had ye mean; Cran. Stay, good my lords,

Which ye shall never have, while live. I have a little yet to say: Look there, my lords; 5

Chan. Thus far, By virtue of that ring, I take my cause

My most dread sovereign, may it like your grace Out of the gripes of cruel men, and give it Tolet my tongue excuse all. What was purpos’d, Toá most noble judge, the king my master. Concerning his imprisonment, was rather Chan. This is the king's ring.

(If there be faith in men) meant for his trial, Sur. 'Tis no counterfeit.

10 And fair purgation to the world, than malice : Suf. 'Tis the right ring, by heaven: I told ye all, I am sure, in me. When we first put this dangerous stone a-rolling, King. Well, well, my lords, respect him; "Twould fall upon ourselves.

Take him and use him well, he's worthy of it. Nor. Do you think, my lords,

I will say thus much for him, If a prince
The king will suffer but the little finger 15 May be beholden to a subject, I
Of this man to be vex'd?

Am, for his love and service, so to him.
Chum. 'Tis now too certain :

Make me no more ado, but all embrace him; How much more is his life in value with him? Be friends, forshame,inylords.-My lord of Can'Would I were fairly out on't.

terbury, Crom. My mind gave me,

20 I have a suit which you must not deny me: In seeking tales, and informations,

There is a fair young maid, that yet wants baptism; Against this man, (whose honesty the devil You must be godfather, and answer for her. And his disciples only envy at,),

Cran.Thegreatest inonarch now alivemay glory Ye blew the fire that burns ye: Now have at ye. In such an honour; How may I deserve it, Enter King, frozning on ihem; takes his stat. 25That am a poor and humble subject to you? Gard. Dread sovereign, how muchare we bound king. Come, come, my lord, you'd spare your to heaven

spoons': you shall have

Norfolk, In daily thanks, that gave us such a price ; Two noble partners with you: the old dutchess of Not only good and wise, but most religious : Andlady marquis Dorset;Willthese please you: One that, in all obedience, makes the church 30 Once more, my lord of Winchester, 1 charge you, The chief aim of his honour; and, to strengthen

Embrace and love this man.
That holy duty, out of dear respect,

Gard. With a true heart,
His royal self in judgement comes to hear And brother's love, I do it.
The cause betwixt her and this great offender! Cran. And let heaven
King. You were ever good at sudden com-35 Witness how dear I hold this confirmation.

King. Good man, those joyful tears shew thy Bishop of Winchester. But know, I come not The common voice, I see, is verified (true heari. To hear such flatteries now, and in my presence ;

Ofthee, which says thus, Do my lord of Canterbury They are too thin and base to bide oltences. A shrewd turn, and he is your friend for ever.To me you cannot reach: You play the spaniel, 40 Come, Jords, we trifle tinie away; I long And think with wagging of yourtongue to win me; To have this young one made a christian. But, whatsoe'er thou tak’st me for, I'm sure, As I have inade ye one, lords, one remain ; Thou hast a cruel nature, and a bloody: Solgrowstronger, you more honour gain. Exeunt. Good man, sit down. Now let me see the proudest

SCENE III. [To Cranmer. 45

The Palace Yard. He, that dares most, but wag his finger at thee: Noise and tumult within: Enter Porter and his Man. By all that's holy, he had better starve,

Port. You'll leave your noise anon, ye rascals: Than but once think this place becomes thee not. Do you take the court for Paris-garden? ye rude Sur. May it please your grace,

slaves, leave your gaping. King. No, sir, it does not please me. 50 Within. Good master porter, I belong to the I had thought, I had men of some understanding larder. And wisdom, of my council ; but I find nouc. Port. Belong to the gallows, and be hangd, you Was it discretion, fords, to let this man, rogue. Is this a place to roar in. Fetch me a This good man, (few of you deserve that title) dozen crab-tree staves, and strong ones; these This honest man, wait like a lowsy foot-boy 155/but switches to 'em.-I'll scratch your heads; At chamber door and one as great as you are? You must be seeing christenings? Do you look for Why, what a shame was this! Did my commission Jale and cakes here, you rude rascals? Bid ye so far forget yourselves? I gave ye

Man. Pray, sir, be patient; 'tis as much imPower as he was a counseilor to try hiin,

possible · Mr. Steevens says, “It was the custom, long before the time of Shakspeare, for the sponsors at christenings to offer gilt spoons as a present for the child. These spoons were called apostle spoons, because the figures of the apostles were carved on the tops of the handles. Such as were at once opulent and generous, gave the whole twelve; those who were either more moderately rich or liberal, escaped at the expence of the four evangelists; or even sometimes contented themselves with presenting one spoon only, which exhibited the figure of any saint in honour of whom the child received its name." ? The bear-garden of that time, and in a line with Bridewell.



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