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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'a, She'll with the labour end.
Gard. The fruit, she goes with, I pray for heartily; that it may
find Good time, and live: but for the stock, Sir Thomas, I wish it grubb'd up now.
Lov. Methinks, I could
Gard. 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 'Twill not, Sir Thomas Lovel, take't of me 'Till Cranmer, Cromwell, 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 Crom.
well Beside that of the jewel-house, he's 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 will load him : The archbishop Is the king's hand, and tongue; And who dare speak One syllable against him?
Gard. Yes, yes, Sir Thomas,
affairs I hinder you too long: good night, Sir Thomas. Lov. Many good nights, my lord; I rest your ser
vant. [Exeunt GARDINER, and Page. As Lovel is going out, enter the King, and the Duke of
Suf. Sir, I did never win of you before.
King. But little, Charles; Nor shall not, when my fancy's on my playNow, Lovel, from the queen what is the news ? 70
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 greatest humbleness, and desir'd your hignness Most heartily to pray for her.
King. What say'st thou ; ha! То
pray for her ? what, is she crying out? Lov. So said her woman; and that her sufferance
made Almost each pang a death. King. Alas, good lady!
King. 'Tis midnight, Charles,
Suf. I wish your highness
King. Charles, good night.- [Exit SUFFOLK.
Enter Sir ANTHONY Denny.
Well, sir, what follows ?
Denny. Sir, I have brought my lord the archbishop, As you commanded me.
King. Hal Canterbury?
Lou. This is about that which the bishop spake ; I am happily come hither.
[ Aside. Re-enter DENNY, with CRANMER. King. Avoid the gallery. (LoveL seemeth to stay. Ha!-I have said.-Be gone. What!
[Exeunt Lovel, and Denny. Cran. I am fearful :- Wherefore frowns he thus ? 'Tis his aspect of terror. All's not well.
King. How now, my lord? You do desire to know Wherefore I sent for you. Cran. It is my duty
110 To attend your highness' pleasure.
King. 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 i Your patience to you, and be well contented
To make your house our Tower : You a brother of
Cran. I humbly thank your highness; 130
King. Stand up, good Canterbury;
Cran. Most dread liege,
world? Your enemies are many, and not small; their prac. tices