I wish it grubb'd up now. Lov. Methinks, I could Cry the Amen; and yet my confcience fays, Gard. But, Sir, Sir Hear me, Sir Thomas-You're a gentleman Lov. Now, Sir, you speak of two The most remark'd i' th' kingdom; as for Cromwell, Gard. Yes, Sir Thomas, There are that dare; and 1 myself have ventur'd (Sir, I may tell it you) I think, I have That does infect the land; with which they mov'd, [Exeunt Gardiner and Page. Lov. Many good-nights, my Lord; I reft your fervant. [Exit Lovel. SCENE changes to an Apartment in the Palace. Enter King and Suffolk. King My mind's not on't, you are too hard for me. Harles, I will play no more to-night; Suf. Sir, I did never win of you before. Nor fhall not, when my fancy's on my play. Re-enter Lovel. Now, Lovel, from the Queen what is the news? King. What fay'ft thou! ha! To pray for her! what! is fhe crying out? Lov. So faid her woman, and that her fuff'rance made Almost each pang a death. King. Alas, good Lady! Suf. God fafely quit her of her burden, and With gentle travel, to the gladding of Your Highness with an heir! King. 'Tis midnight, Charles; Pr'ythee, to bed; and in thy prayers remember Would not be friendly to. Suf. I wish your Highness A quiet night, and my good mistress will Remember in my prayers. King. Charles, a good-night: Well, Sir, what follows? Enter Sir Anthony Denny. [Exit Suffolk. Denny. Sir, I have brought my Lord the Arch-bishop, As you commanded me. King. Ha! Canterbury! - King. 'Tis true-where is he, Denny? Denny. He attends your Highness' pleasure. [Exit Denny. Lov. This is about that, which the Bishop spake; I am happily come hither. [Afide. Enter Cranmer and Denny. King. Avoid the gallery. [Lovel feemeth to ftay. Ha! I have faid-be gone. [Exeunt Lovel and Denny. What! Cran. I am fearful: wherefore frowns he thus ? "Tis his afpect of terror. All's not well. King. How now, my Lord? you do defire to know, Wherefore I fent for you. Cran. It is my duty T'attend your Highness' pleasure. King. Pray you, rise; My good and gracious Lord of Canterbury: I have, and moft unwillingly, of late Heard many grievous, I do fay, my Lord, * Grievous complaints of you; which being confider'd, To make your house our Tower: You a brother of us, Would come against you. Cran. I humbly thank your Highnefs, And am right glad to catch this good occafion There's none ftands under more calumnious tongues Than I myself, poor man. King. Stand up, good Canterbury; Thy Thy truth and thy integrity is rooted In us, thy friend. Give me thy hand, ftand up; Cran. Moft dread Liege, The good I ftand on is my truth and honesty: Will triumph o'er my perfon; which I weigh not, What can be faid against me. King. Know you not How your ftate ftands i'th' world, with the whole world? Cran. God and your Majefty Protect mine innocence, or I fall into King. Be of good cheer; 'They shall no more prevail, than we give way to: Fail not to use; and with what vehemency VOL. V. Deliver Deliver them, and your appeal to us There make before them. Look, the good man weeps! None better in my kingdom. Get you gone, [Exit Cranmer. H'as ftrangled all his language in his tears. Gent. Within. Come back; what mean you? 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 fhade thy perfon Under their blefied wings! King. Now, by thy looks I guess thy meffage. Is the Queen deliver'd? Lady. Ay, ay, my Liege; And of a lovely boy; the God of heav'n Acquainted with this ftranger; 'tis as like you, King. Lovel, Lov. Sir. King. Give her an hundred marks. I'll to the Queen. [Exit King. Lady. An hundred marks! by this light, I'll ha' more. An ordinary groom is for fuch payment. I will have more, or fcold it out of him. [Exit Lady. SCENE, before the Council-chamber. Cran. Enter Cranmer. Hope, I'm not too late; and yet the gentleman, To make great hafte. All faft? what means this? hoa ? 2 Enter |