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The whole realm, by your teaching, and your chap
lains' (For so we are inform’d), with new opinions, Divers, and dangerous; which are heresies, And, not reform’d, may prove pernicious.
Gard. Which reformation must be sudden too, My noble lords: for those, that tame wild horses, Pace 'em not in their hands to make 'em gentle; But stop their mouths with stubborn bits, and
spur 'em, 'Till they obey the manage.
If we suffer (Out of our easiness, and childish pity
280 To one man's honour) this contagious sickness, Farewel all physick: And what follows then? Commotions, uproars, with a general taint Of the whole state : as, of late days, our neighbours, The upper Germany, can dearly witness, Yet freshly pitied in our memories.
Cran. My good lords, hitherto, in all the progress Both of
life and office, I have labour'd, And with no little study, that my teaching, And the strong course of my authority,
290 Might go one way, and safely; and the end Was ever, to do well: nor is there living (I speak it with a single heart, my lords) A man, that more detests, more stirs against, Both in his private conscience, and his place, Defacers of a publick peace, than I do. Pray heaven, the king may never find a heart With less allegiance in it! Men, that make
Envy, and crooked malice, nourishment,
Suf. Nay, my lord,
Gard. My lord, my lord, you are a sectary, That's the plain truth; your painted gloss discovers, To men that understand you, words and weakness.
Crom. My lord of Winchester, you are a little, By your good favour, too sharp; men so noble, 330 However faulty, yet should find respect For what they have been : 'tis a cruelty, To load a falling man.
Gard. Good master secretary, I cry your honour mercy; you may, worst of all this table, say so.
Crom. Why, my lord ?
Gard. Do not I know you for a favourer
340 Gard. Not sound, I say.
Crom. 'Would you were half so honest! Men's
prayers then would seek you, not their fears, Gard. I shall remember this bold language.
Cham. This is too much;
Gard. I have done.
350 Cham. Then thus for you, my lord - It stands
agreed, take it, by all voices, that forthwith You be convey'd to the Tower a prisoner ; There to remain, 'till the king's further pleasure
Be known unto us : Are you all agreed, lords ?
All. We are.
mercy, But I must needs to the Tower, my lords?
Gard. What other Would you expect? You are strangely troublesome. Let some o' the guard be ready there.
Cran. For me?
Gard. Receive him,
Cran. Stay, good my lords,
Cham. This is the king's ring.
Suf. 'Tis the right ring, by heaven : I told ye all, When we first put this dangerous stone a rolling, 'Twould fall
Cham. 'Tis now too certain :
In seeking tales, and informations,
Enter King, frowning on them ; takes his Seat.
to heaven In daily thanks, that gave us such a prince; Not only good and wise, but most religious : One that, in all obedience, makes the church 390 The chief aim of his honour ; and, to strengthen That holy duty, out of dear respect, His royal self in judgment comes to hear The cause betwixt her and this
great offender. King. You were ever good at sudden commenda.
tions, Bishop of Winchester. But know, I come not To hear such flatteries now, and in my presence ; They are too thin and base to hide offences. To me you cannot reach : You play the spaniel, And think with wagging of your tongue to win me; But, whatsoe'er thou tak'st ine for, I am sure, 401 Thou hast a cruel nature, and a bloody.-Goodman, sit down. Now let me see the proudest
[To CRANMER. He, that dares most, but wag his finger at thee : By all that's holy, he had better starve, Than but once think this place becomes thee not. Sur. May it please your grace