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Lov. So said her woman; and that her sufferance

made Almost each pang a death.

K. Hen. Alas, good lady!

Suf. God safely quit her of her burden, and
With gentle travail, to the gladding of
Your highness with an heir !

K. Hen. 'Tis midnight, Charles;
Pry’thee, to bed; and in thy prayers remember
The estate of my poor queen. Leave me alone;
For I must think of that, which company
Will not be friendly to.

Suf. I wish your highness
A quiet night, and my good mistress will
Remember in my prayers.

K. Hen. Charles, good night.- [Exit SUFFOLK.

Enter Sir Anthony Denny. Well, sir, what follows ?

Den. Sir, I have brought my lord the archbishop, As you commanded me.

K. Hen. Ha! Canterbury ?
Den. Ay, my good lord.
K. Hen. 'Tis true: Where is he, Denny?
Den. He attends your highness' pleasure.
K. Hen. Bring him to us.

[Exit Denny. Loo. This is about that which the bishop spake; I am happily come hither.

[Aside.

Re-enter Denny, with Cranmer. K. Hen. Avoid the gallery. [Lovell seems to stay. Ha !-I have said.-Be gone.

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 to

know Wherefore I sent for you.

Cran. It is my duty
To attend your highness' pleasure.

K. Hen. '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, give 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 Tower: You a brother of us, It fits we thus proceed, or else no wituess Would come against you.

Cran. I humbly thank your highness; And am right glad to catch this good occasion Most throughly to be winnow'd, where my chaff And corn shall fly asunder: for, I know, There's none stands under more calumnious tongues,

Than I myself, poor man.

K. Hen. Stand up, good Canterbury; Thy truth, and thy integrity, is rooted In us, thy friend : Give me thy hand, stand up; Pr’ythee, let's walk. Now, by my holy-dame, 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.

Cran. 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.

K. Hen. Know you not how Your state stands i'the 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’the question carries The due o'the 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 liy'd Upon this naughty earth? Go to, go to; You take a precipice for no leap of danger, And woo your own destruction..

Cran. God, and your majesty, Protect mine innocence, or I fall into The trap, is laid for me!

K. Hen. 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 The 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 an old Lady.
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 bead, and shade thy person
Under their blessed wings !

K. Hen. Now, by thy looks
I guess thy message. Is the queen deliver'd ?
Say, ay; and of a boy.

Lady. Ay, ay, my liege;

And of a lovely boy: The God of heaven
Both now and ever bless her !—'tis a girl,
Promises boys hereafter. Sir, your queen
Desires your visitation, and to be
Acquainted with this stranger; 'tis as like you,
As cherry is to cherry.

K. Hen. Lovell,

Enter Lovell.
Lov. Sir.
K. Hen. Give her an hundred marks. I'll to the
queen.

[Erit King. Lady. An hundred marks! By this light, I'll have

more. An ordinary groom is for such payment. I will have more, or scold it out of him. Said I for this, the girl is like to him? I will have more, or else unsay't ; and now While it is hot, I'll put it to the issue. [Ereunt.

SCENE II.-Lobby before the Council-chamber.

Enter CRANMER; Servants, Door-Keeper, &c. attending. Cran. I hope, I am not too late ; and yet the gentle

man, That was sent to me from the council, pray'd me 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.

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