summer. And though he were unsatisfied in getting, (Which was a sin,) yet in bestowing, madam, He was most princely: Ever witness for him Those twins of learning, that he rais'd in you, Ipswich, and Oxford! one of which fell with him, Unwilling to outlive the good that did it; God. Grif. She is asleep: Good wench, let's sit down quiet, For fear we wake her;-Softly, gentle Patience. The Vision. Enter, solemnly tripping one after another, six Personages, clad in white robes, wearing on their heads garlands of bays, and golden vizards on their faces; branches of bays, or palm, in their hands. They first congee unto her, then dance; and, at certain changes, the first two hold a spare garland over her head; at which, the other four make reverend court'sies; then the two that held the garland, deliver the same to the other next two, who observe the same order in their changes, and holding the garland over her head: which done, they deliver the same garland to the last two, who likewise observe the same order: at which, (as it were by inspiration,) she makes in her sleep signs of! rejoicing, and holdeth up her hands to heaven: und so in their dancing they vanish, carrying the garland with them. The music continues. Kath. Spirits of peace, where are ye? Are ye all gone? And leave me here in wretchedness behind ye? Grif. Madam, we are here. Kath. It is not you I call for: Saw ye none enter, since I slept? Kath. No? Saw you not, even now, a bless ed troop Invite me to a banquet; whose bright faces Grif. I am most joyful, madam, such good Possess your fancy. Kath. Bid the music leave, They are harsh and heavy to me. Pat. Do you note, [dreams [Music ceases. How long her face is drawn? How pale she How much her grace is alter'd on the sudden? looks, And of an earthy cold? Mark you her eyes? Grif. She is going, wench; pray, pray. Put. Heaven comfort her! Enter a MESSENGER. Mess. An't like your grace,Kath. You are a saucy fellow: Deserve we no more reverence? Grif. You are to blame, [ness, To use so rude behaviour: go to, kneel. Knowing, she will not lose her wonted great Mess. I humbly do entreat your highness' My haste made me unmannerly: There is staypardon; [ing A gentleman, sent from the king to see you. Kath. Admit him entrance, Griffith: But this fellow Let me ne'er see again. [Exeunt GRIFFITH and MESSENGER. Re-enter GRIFFITH, with CAPUCIUS. [peror, If my sight fail not, The times, and titles, now are alter'd strangely [you, Cap. Noble lady, [next, First, mine own service to your grace; the The king's request that I would visit you; Who grieves much for your weakness, and by Sends you his princely commendations, [me And heartily entreats you take good comfort. Kath. O my good lord, that comfort comes too late; "Tis like a pardon after execution: That gentle physic, given in time, had cur'd me; But now I am past all comforts here, but How does his highness? [prayers. Cap. Madam, in good health. Kath. So may he ever do! and ever flourish, When I shall dwell with worms, and my poor name Banish'd the kingdom.-Patience, is that let I caus'd you write, yet sent away? [ter, Sir Thomas! Pat. No, madam. [Giving it to KATHARINE. To waste these times.-Good hour of night, Kath. Sir, 1 most humbly pray you to deThis to my lord the king. Cap. Most willing, madam. [liver Kath. In which I have commended to his goodness The model of our chaste loves, his young daughter :+[her!The dews of heaven fall thick in blessings on Beseeching him, to give her virtuous breeding; (She is young, and of a noble modest nature; I hope, she will deserve well;) and a little To love her for her mother's sake, that lov'd him, Heaven knows how dearly. My next poor petition Is, that his noble grace would have some pity A right good husband, let him be a noble; And, sure, those men are happy that shall have them. The last is, for my men :-they are the poorest, But poverty could never draw them from me ;That they may have their wages duly paid them, And something over to remember me by ; If Heaven had pleas'd to have given me longer life, And able means, we had not parted thus. These are the whole contents:-And, good my lord, By that you love the dearest in this world, As you wish Christian peace to souls departed, [king Stand these poor people's friend, and urge the To do me this last right. Cap. By heaven, I will; [me Or let me loose the fashion of a man! My lord.-Griffith, farewell.-Nay, Patience, Let me be us'd with honour; strew me over A queen, and daughter to a king, inter me. [Exeunt, leading KATHARINE. Whither so late? Lov. Came you from the king, my lord? Gur. I did, Sir Thomas; and left him at primero With the duke of Suffolk. Lov. I must to him too, Before he go to bed. I'll take my leave. It seems you are in haste: an if there be (As, they say, spirits do,) at midnight, have In them a wilder nature, than the business That seeks despatch by day. Lov. 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, Gar. The fruit, she goes with, may find Good time, and live; but for the stock, Sir Thomas, I wish it grubb'd up now. Lov. Methinks, I could Cry the amen; and yet my conscience says She's a good creature, and, sweet lady, does Deserve our better wishes. Gur. But, Sir, Sir,-. Hear me, Sir Thomas: You are a gentleman Of mine own way; I know you wise, religious; And, let me tell you, it will ne'er be well,- Lov. Now, Sir, you speak of two The most remark'd i'the kingdom. As for Cromwell,[ter Beside that of the jewel-house, he's made masO' the rolls, and the king's secretary: further, Sir, [ments, Stands in the gap and trade of more preferWith which the time will load him: The archbishop Is the king's hand, and tongue; And who dare speak One syllable against him? Gar. Yes, yes, Sir Thomas, [tur'd There are that dare; and I myself have venTo speak my mind of him: and, indeed, this day, Sir, (I may tell it you,) I think, I have Our reasons laid before him,) he hath com Thomas, And we must root him out. From your affairs I hinder you too long: good night, Sir Thomas. Lov. Many good nights, my lord; I rest your servant. [Exeunt GARDINER and PAGE. A game at cards. Told their minds. + Hint. Summoned. ‡ Set ag As LOVELL is going out, enter the KING, and | Which will require your answer, you must take K. Hen. Charles, I will play no more to- My mind's not on't, you are too hard for me. Nor shall not, when my fancy's on my play.- news? Lov. I could not personally deliver to her K. Hen. What say'st thou? ha! Almost each pang a death. K. Hen. Alas, good lady! of us,* It fits we thus proceed, or else no witness Cran. I humbly thank your highness; chaff And corn shall fly asunder: for, I know, Thy truth, and thy integrity, is rooted [up; In us, thy friend: Give me thy hand, stand You would have given me your petition, that Without indurance, further. Suf. God safely quit her of her burden, and Yourself and your accusers; and to have heard With gentle travail, to the gladding of Your highness with an heir! K. Hen. "Tis midnight, Charles, Suf. I wish your highness A quiet night, and my good mistress will K. Hen. Charles, good night. [Exit SUFFOLK. Enter Sir ANTHONY DENNY. Well, Sir, what follows? Cran. Most dread liege, The good I stand on is my truth, and honesty; K. Hen. Know you not how [world? Are many, and not small; their practices Den. Sir, I have brought my lord the arch-To swear against you? such things have been As you commanded me. K. Hen. Ha! Canterbury? Den. Ay, my good lord. [bishop, K. Hen. 'Tis true: Where is he, Denny? I am happily come hither. [Aside. Re-enter DENNY, with CRANMER. K. Hen. Avoid the gallery. [LOVELL seems to stay. Ha! I have said.-Begone. What! [Exeunt LovELL and DENNY. Cran. I am fearful:-Wherefore frowns he thus? 'Tis his aspect of terror. All's not well. K. Hen. How now, my lord? You do desire Wherefore I sent for you. To attend your highness' pleasure. My good and gracious lord of Canterbury. Ah, my good lord, I grieve at what I speak, Have mov'd us, and our council, that you shall Will make my boldness marners.-Now, good Fly o'er thy royal head, and shade thy person K. Hen. Now, by thy looks Is this the honour they do one another? They had parted so much honesty among them, 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. Lady. Ay, ay, my liege; And of a lovely boy: The God of heaven Acquainted with this stranger; 'tis as like you, K. Hen. Lovell,— Lov. Sir. Enter LOVELL. K. Hen. Give her a hundred marks. I'll to Lady. A hundred marks! By this light, An ordinary groom is for such payment. I will have more, or else unsay't; and now [Exeunt. SCENEII.-Lobby before the Council-Chamber. Enter CRANMER; SERVANTS, DOOR-KEEPER, &c. attending. Cran. I hope, I am not too late; and yet the gentleman, [me That was sent to me from the council, pray'd To make great haste. All fast? what means this?-Hoa! Who waits there?-Sure, you know me? D. Keep. Yes, my lord; But yet I cannot help you. Cran. Why? To dance attendance on their lordships' plea 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, call'd for. 1 Cran. So. Enter Doctor BUTTS. Butts. This is a piece of malice. I am glad, [Exit BUTTS. Cran. [Aside.] Tis Butts, certain, This is of purpose laid, by some that hate me, (God turn their hearts! I never sought their malice,) To quench mine honour: they would shame to make me Wait else at door; a fellow counsellor, Must be fulfill'd, and I attend with patience. K. Hen. What's that, Butts? In our own natures frail; and capable Of our flesh, few are angels: out of which frailty, And want of wisdom, you, that best should Have misdemean'd yourself, and not a little, Divers, and dangerous; which are heresies, Gar. Which reformation must be sudden too, Till they obey the manage. If we suffer The upper Germany, can dearly witness, (I speak it with a single heart,* my lords,) That, in this case of justice, my accusers, Suf. Nay, my lord, That cannot be; you are a counsellor, And, by that virtue, no man dare accuse you. Gar. My lord, because we have business of more moment, We will be short with you. "Tis his highness' pleasure, And our consent, for better trial of you, covers, Gar. My lord, my lord, you are a sectary, That's the plain truth; your painted gloss dis[ness. To men that understand you, words and weakCrom. My lord of Winchester, you are a little, By your good favour, too sharp; men so noble, Gar. Good master secretary, I cry your honour mercy; you may, worst Crom. Why, my lord? Gar. Do not I know you for a favourer Gar. Not sound, I say. Crom. 'Would you were half so honest! Men's prayers then would seek you, not their fears. Gar. I shall remember this bold language. Crom. Do. Remember your bold life too. Chan. This is too much; Forbear, for shame, my lords. Gar. I have done. Crom. And I. Chan. Then thus for you, my lord,-It stands agreed, I take it, by all voices, that forthwith Cran. Is there no other way of mercy, ** In singluness of heart. Acts 44 Gar. What other Would you expect? You are strangely troubleLet some o'the guard be ready there. [some! Enter Guard. Cran. For me? Must I go like a traitor thither? And see him safe i'the Tower. I have a little yet to say. Look there, my lords; Sur. 'Tis no counterfeit. ye all, Suf. "Tis the right ring, by heaven: I tola [ing, When we first put this dangerous stone a roll'Twould fall upon ourselves. Nor. Do you think, my lords, Cham. 'Tis now too certain: How much more is his life in value with him? 'Would I were fairly out on't. Crom. My mind gave me, In seeking tales, and informations, Ye blew the fire that burns ye: Now have at ye. Enter KING, frowning on them; takes his seat. Gar. Dread sovereign, how much are we bound to heaven In daily thanks, that gave us such a prince; mendations, Bishop of Winchester. But know, I come not standing And wisdom, of my council; but I find none. Bid ye so far forget yourselves? I gave ye |