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

Pag.
It hath strook.

Gar.
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?

Lov.
Came you from the king, my lord?

Gar.
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.

Gar.
Not yet, sir Thomas Lovel. 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 dispatch 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,

She'll with the labour end.

Gar.
The fruit, she goes with ^note,
I pray for heartily; that it may find
Good time, and live: but for the stock, sir Thomas,
I wish it grub'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.

Gar.
But, sir, sir,—
Hear me, sir Thomas: you're 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 Lovel, take't of me,—
'Till Cranmer, Cromwel, her two hands, and she,
Sleep in their graves.

Lov.
Now, sir, you speak of two
The most remark'd i'the kingdom. As for Cromwel,—
Beside that of the jewel-house, he is made master
O 'the rolls, and the king's secretary; further, sir,
Stands in the gap and trade of more preferments,
With which the time ^note will load him: The arch-bishop
Is the king's hand, and tongue; And who dare speak
One syllable against him?

Gar.
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'the council, that he is
(For so I know he is, they know he is)
A most arch heretick, 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; fore-seeing those fell mischiefs,
Our reasons lay'd before him) he 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.

Lov.
Many good nights, my lord; I rest your servant. [Exeunt Gardiner, and Page. As Lovel is going out, Enter the King, and the Duke of Suffolk, as new risen from Play.

Kin.
Charles, I will play no more to-night;
My mind's not on't, you are too hard for me.

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

Kin.
But little, Charles;
Nor shall not, when my fancy's on my play.—
Now, Lovel, from the queen what is the news?

Lov.
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.

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

Lov.
So said her woman; and that her sufferance made
Almost each pang a death.

Kin.
Alas, good lady!

Suf.
God safely quit her of her burthen, and
With gentle travel, to the glading ^note of
Your highness with an heir!

Kin.
'Tis midnight, Charles,

Pr'ythee, to bed; and in thy prayers remember
The estate of my poor queen. Leave me alone;
For I must think of that, which company
Would not be friendly to.

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

Kin.
Charles, good night.— [Exit Suffolk. Enter Sir Antony Denny.
Well, sir, what follows?

Den.
Sir, I have brought my lord the arch-bishop,
As you commanded me.

Kin.
Ha! Canterbury?

Den.
Ay, my good lord.

Kin.
'Tis true: Where is he, Denny?

Den.
He attends your highness' pleasure.

Kin.
Bring him to us. [Exit Denny.

&clquo;Lov.
&clquo;This is about that which the bishop spake;&crquo;
&clquo;I am happily come hither.&crquo; Re-enter Denny, with Cranmer.

Kin.
Avoid the gallery. [Lovel seemeth to stay.] Ha! I have said. Begone. ^note
What! ^note [Exeunt Lovel, and Denny.

&clquo;Cra.
&clquo;I am fearful: wherefore frowns he thus?&crquo;
&clquo;'Tis his aspéct of terror. All's not well.&crquo;

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

Cra.
It is my duty,
To attend your highness' pleasure.

Kin.
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 witness
Would come against you.

Cra.
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.

Kin.
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.

Cra.
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.

Kin.
Know you not
How your state stands i'the world, with the whole world?
Your enemies many ^note, 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 liv'd
Upon this naughty earth? Go to, go to;
You take a precipice ^note for no leap of danger,
And woo your own destruction.

Cra.
God, and your majesty,
Protect mine innocence, or I fall into
The trap is lay'd for me.

Kin.
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 &dagger2; 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.—He has strangl'd ^note
His language in his tears. [Exit Cranmer.

Gen. [within]
Come back; What mean you? Enter old Lady, Lovel following.

o. L.
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!

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

o. L.
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.

Kin.
Lovel,—

Lov.
Sir.

Kin.
Give her an hundred marks. I'll to the queen. [Exit King.

o. L.
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 was like to him? I'll
Have more, or else unsay't: now ^note, while 'tis hot,
I'll put it to the issue. [Exeunt.

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