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GARDINER. It's one o'clock, boy, is't not?

BOY. It hath struck.
GARDINER. These should be hours for necessities,

Not for delights; times to repair our nature
With comforting repose, and not for us

To waste these times. Good hour of night, Sir Thomas!
Whither so late?

LOVELL. Came you from the King, my lord?
GARDINER. I did, Sir Thomas, and left him at primero

With the Duke of Suffolk.
LOVELL. I must to him too,

Before he go to bed. I'll take my leave.
GARDINER. Not yet, Sir Thomas Lovell. What's the matter?

It seems you are in haste. An if there be
No great offence belongs to't, give your friend

Some touch of your late business. Affairs that walk-
As they say spirits do-at midnight, have

In them a wilder nature than the business
That seeks despatch by day.

LOVELL. My lord, I love you;
And durst commend a secret to your ear

Much weightier than this work. The Queen's in labour,
They say in great extremity, and fear'd

She'll with the labour end.
GARDINER. The fruit she goes with

I pray for heartily, that it may find
Good time, and live; but for the stock, Sir Thomas,

I wish it grubb'd up now.
LOVELL. Methinks I could

Cry thee amen; and yet my conscience says
She's a good creature, and, sweet lady, does

Deserve our better wishes.
GARDINER. But, sir, sir-

Hear me, Sir Thomas. Y'are a gentleman
Of mine own way; I know you wise, religious;

And, let me tell you, it will ne'er be well-
'Twill not, Sir Thomas Lovell, take't of me-

Till Cranmer, Cromwell, her two hands, and she,
Sleep in their graves.

LOVELL. Now, sir, you speak of two
The most remark'd i' th' kingdom. As for Cromwell,

Beside that of the Jewel House, is made Master
O' th' Rolls, and the King's secretary; further, sir,

Stands in the gap and trade of moe preferments,
With which the time will load him. Th' Archbishop

Is the King's hand and tongue, and who dare speak
One syllable against him?

GARDINER. Yes, yes, Sir Thomas,
There are that dare; and I myself have ventur'd

To speak my mind of him; and indeed this day,
Sir-I may tell it you-I think I have

Incens'd the lords o' th' Council, that he is-
For so I know he is, they know he is-

A most arch heretic, a pestilence
That does infect the land; with which they moved

Have broken with the King, who hath so far
Given ear to our complaint-of his great grace

And princely care, foreseeing those fell mischiefs
Our reasons laid before him-hath commanded

To-morrow morning to the Council board
He be convented. He's a rank weed, Sir Thomas,

And we must root him out. From your affairs
I hinder you too long-good night, Sir Thomas.

LOVELL. Many good nights, my lord; I rest your servant.
Exeunt GARDINER and PAGE

Enter the KING and the DUKE OF SUFFOLK
KING. Charles, I will play no more to-night;

My mind's not on't; you are too hard for me.
SUFFOLK. Sir, I did never win of you before.

KING. But little, Charles;
Nor shall not, when my fancy's on my play.

Now, Lovell, from the Queen what is the news?
LOVELL. I could not personally deliver to her

What you commanded me, but by her woman
I sent your message; who return'd her thanks

In the great'st humbleness, and desir'd your Highness
Most heartily to pray for her.

KING. What say'st thou, ha?
To pray for her? What, is she crying out?

LOVELL. So said her woman; and that her suff'rance made
Almost each pang a death.

KING. Alas, good lady!
SUFFOLK. God safely quit her of her burden, and

With gentle travail, to the gladding of
Your Highness with an heir!

KING. 'Tis midnight, Charles;
Prithee to bed; and in thy pray'rs remember

Th' estate of my poor queen. Leave me alone,
For I must think of that which company

Will not be friendly to.
SUFFOLK. I wish your Highness

A quiet night, and my good mistress will
Remember in my prayers.

KING. Charles, good night. Exit SUFFOLK
Enter SIR ANTHONY DENNY

Well, sir, what follows?
DENNY. Sir, I have brought my lord the Archbishop,

As you commanded me.
KING. Ha! Canterbury?

DENNY. Ay, my good lord.
KING. 'Tis true. Where is he, Denny?

DENNY. He attends your Highness' pleasure.
KING. Bring him to us. Exit DENNY

LOVELL. [Aside] This is about that which the bishop spake.
I am happily come hither.

Re-enter DENNY, With CRANMER
KING. Avoid the gallery. [LOVELL seems to stay]

Ha! I have said. Be gone.
What! Exeunt LOVELL and DENNY

CRANMER. [Aside] I am fearful-wherefore frowns he thus?
'Tis his aspect of terror. All's not well.

KING. How now, my lord? You do desire to know
Wherefore I sent for you.

CRANMER. [Kneeling] It is my duty
T'attend your Highness' pleasure.

KING. Pray you, arise,
My good and gracious Lord of Canterbury.

Come, you and I must walk a turn together;
I have news to tell you; come, come, me your hand.

Ah, my good lord, I grieve at what I speak,
And am right sorry to repeat what follows.

I have, and most unwillingly, of late
Heard many grievous-I do say, my lord,

Grievous-complaints of you; which, being consider'd,
Have mov'd us and our Council that you shall

This morning come before us; where I know
You cannot with such freedom purge yourself

But that, till further trial in those charges
Which will require your answer, you must take

Your patience to you and be well contented
To make your house our Tow'r. You a brother of us,

It fits we thus proceed, or else no witness
Would come against you.

CRANMER. I humbly thank your Highness
And am right glad to catch this good occasion

Most throughly to be winnowed where my chaff
And corn shall fly asunder; for I know

There's none stands under more calumnious tongues
Than I myself, poor man.

KING. Stand up, good Canterbury;
Thy truth and thy integrity is rooted

In us, thy friend. Give me thy hand, stand up;
Prithee let's walk. Now, by my holidame,

What manner of man are you? My lord, I look'd
You would have given me your petition that

I should have ta'en some pains to bring together
Yourself and your accusers, and to have heard you

Without indurance further.
CRANMER. 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 not,
Being of those virtues vacant. I fear nothing

What can be said against me.
KING. Know you not

How your state stands i' th' world, with the whole world?
Your enemies are many, and not small; their practices

Must bear the same proportion; and not ever
The justice and the truth o' th' question carries

The due o' th' verdict with it; at what ease
Might corrupt minds procure knaves as corrupt

To swear against you? Such things have been done.
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.

CRANMER. God and your Majesty
Protect mine innocence, or I fall into

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

They shall no more prevail than we give way to.
Keep comfort to you, and this morning see

You do appear before them; if they shall chance,
In charging you with matters, to commit you,

The best persuasions to the contrary
Fail not to use, and with what vehemency

Th' occasion shall instruct you. If entreaties
Will render you no remedy, this ring

Deliver them, and your appeal to us
There make before them. Look, the good man weeps!

He's honest, on mine honour. God's blest Mother!
I swear he is true-hearted, and a soul

None better in my kingdom. Get you gone,
And do as I have bid you.

Exit CRANMER
He has strangled his language in his tears.

Enter OLD LADY
GENTLEMAN. [Within] Come back; what mean you?

OLD LADY. I'll not come back; the tidings that I bring
Will make my boldness manners. Now, good angels

Fly o'er thy royal head, and shade thy person
Under their blessed wings!

KING. Now, by thy looks
I guess thy message. Is the Queen deliver'd?

Say ay, and of a boy.
OLD LADY. Ay, ay, my liege;

And of a lovely boy. The God of Heaven
Both now and ever bless her! 'Tis a girl,



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