K. Hen.
Charles, I will play no more to-night.

Suf.
Sir, I did never win of you before.

K. Hen.
Nor shall not, when my fancy's on my play.
'Tis midnight, Charles,
Pr'ythee, to bed; and in thy prayers remember
Th' estate of my poor queen.

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

K. Hen.
Charles, good night.— [Exit Suffolk, L.H. Enter Sir Thomas Lovell, R.H.
Well, sir, what follows?

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

K. Hen.
Ha! Canterbury?

Lov.
Ay, my good lord.

K. Hen.
'Tis true. Where is he, Lovell?

Lov.
He attends your highness' pleasure.

K. Hen.
Bring him to us. [Exit Lovell, R.H. Re-enter Lovell, with Cranmer, R.H.

K. Hen.
Avoid the gallery. [Exit Lovell, R.H.

Cran.
I am fearful:—Wherefore frowns he thus?

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. [Kneels.

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.
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.

Cran.
I humbly thank your highness;
And am right glad to catch this good occasion
Most thoroughly to be winnow'd, where my chaff
And corn shall fly asunder (Kneeling.)

K. Hen.
Stand up, good Canterbury;
Thy truth and thy integrity, is rooted
In us, thy friend. Give me thy hand, stand up;
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.

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.

K. Hen.
Be of good cheer;
They shall no more prevail, than we give way to.
Keep comfort to you. Look, the good man weeps!
He's honest, on mine honour.
And now my lord of Canterbury,
I have a suit which you must not deny me;
Hourly we do expect a fair young stranger,
That will want baptism. You must be godfather.

Cran.
The greatest monarch now alive may glory
In such an honour. How may I deserve it,
That am a poor and humble subject to you?

K. Hen.
Come, come, my lord, you'd spare your spoons;
You shall have two noble partners with you.

Lovell (without).
Come back; what mean you?

Old Lady entering, R.H. 1 E.
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.

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 dews of heaven
Both now and ever bless her! 'Tis a girl,
Promises boys hereafter; 'tis as like you
As cherry is to cherry.

K. Hen.
Lovell. Enter Lovell, R.H.

Lov.
Sir.

K. Hen.
Give her an hundred marks.
I'll to the queen. [Exeunt R.H.
Come, my good lord, away. I long
To have this young one made a christian. [Exeunt King, and Cranmer, R.H.

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. [Exeunt Old Lady and Lovell, R.H.

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