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Enter Olde Lady.
Lady. lle not come backe, the tydings that I bring
King. Now thy lookes
Lady. I,I my Liege,
King. Giue her an hundred Markes.
Exit King. Lady, An hundred Markes? By this light, I le ha more. An ordinary Groome is for such payment. I will haue more, or scold it out of him. Said I for this, the Gyrle was like to him? Ile Haue more, or else vnsay't : and now, while’tis hot, Ile put it to the issue.
Heard many greeuous. I do say my Lord
Cran. I humbly thanke your Highnese,
King. Stand vp, good Canterbury,
Cran. Most dread Liege,
King. Know you not
Cran. God, and your Maiesty Protect mine innocence, or I fall into The trap is laid for me.
King. Be of good cheere, They shall no more prevaile, then we giue way too : Keepe comfort to you, and this Morning see You do appeare before them. If they shall chance In charging you with matters, to commit you : The belt perfwations to the contrary Faile not to vse, and with what vehemencie Th’occasion shall instruct you. If intreaties Will render you no remedy, this Ring Deliver them, and your Appeale to vs There make before them. Looke, the goodman weeps : He's honest on mine Honor. Gods blest Mother, I sweare he is true-hearted, and a foule None better in my Kingdome. Get you gone, And do as I haue bid you.
Exit Cranmer. He ha's strangled his Language in his teares.
Enter Cranmer, Arcbbyshop of Canterbury.
Cran. I hope I am not too late, and yet the Gentleman
Enter Doctor Buis.
Burs. This is a Peere of Malice : I am glad
Butts. I thinke your Highnesse saw this many a day.
Butrs. There my Lord :
Kin. Ha ? "Tis he indeed.
A Councell Table brought in with Cbayres and Stooles, and
placed under ibe State. Enter Lord Chancellour, places bimselfe at the upper end of tbe Table, on tbe left band: A Seate being left void aboue bim, as for Canterburies Seate. Duke of Suffolke, Duke of Norfolke, Surrey, Lord Chamberlaine, Gardiner, seat themselues in Order on each side. Cromwell at lower end, as Secretary. Cban. Speake to the businesse, M. Secretary; Why are we met in Councell?
Crom. Please your Honours,
Gard. Ha's he had knowledge of it?
Keep. My Lord Archbishop :
Cban. Let him come in.
Cranmer approches ebe Councell Table.
Gard. Which Reformation must be sodaine too My Noble Lords; for those that tame wild Horses, Pace 'em not in their hands to make 'em gentle; But stop their mouthes with stubborn Bits & spurre 'em, Till they obey the mannage. If we suffer Out of our eafinesse and childish pitty To one mans Honour, this contagious ficknesse ; Farewell all Phyficke: and what followes then? Commotions, vprores, with a generall Taint Of the whole State; as of late dayes our neighbours, The vpper Germany can deerely witnesse : Yet freshly pittied in our memories.
Cran. My good Lords ; Hitherto, in all the Progresse Both of my Life and Office, I haue labour'd, And with no little study, that my teaching
And the strong course of my Authority,
Suff. Nay, my Lord,
Gard. My Lord, because we haue busines of more moWe will be short with you. 'Tis his Highnesse pleasure And our consent, for better tryall of you, From hence you be committed to the Tower, Where being but a priuate man againe, You shall know many dare accuse you boldly, More then (I feare) you are prouided for.
Cran. Ah my good Lord of Wincbefter : I thanke you, You are alwayes my good friend, if your will passe, I shall both finde your Lordship, Iudge and Iuror, You are so mercifull. I see your end, 'Tis my vndoing. Loue and meekenesse, Lord Become a Churchman, better then Ambition : Win straying Soules with modesty againe, Cast none away: 'That I shall cleere my selfe, Lay all the weight ye can vpon my patience, I make as little doubt as you doe conscience, In doing dayly wrongs. I could say more, But reuerence to your calling, makes me modest.
Gard. My Lord, my Lord, you are a Sectary,
Crom. My Lord of Winchester, y'are a little,
Gard. Good M. Secretary,
Crom. Why my Lord?
Gard. Doe not I know you for a Fauourer
Crom. Not found ?
Crom. Would you were halfe so honeft:
Gard. I shall remember this bold Language.
Cham. This is too much;
Gard. I haue done.
Cbam. Then thus for you my Lord, it stands agreed
All. We are.
mercy, But I must needs to th' Tower my Lords?
Gard. What other,
Enter tbe Guard.
Gard. Receiue him,
Cran. Stay good my Lords,
Cbam. This is the Kings Ring.
Norf. Doe you thinke my Lords
Cham. Tis now too certaine;
Crom. My mind gaue me,
Not as a Groome : There's some of ye, I see,
Cban. Thus farre
Kin. Well, well my Lords respect him,
Cran. The greatest Monarch now aliue may glory
Kin. Come, come my Lord, you'd spare your spoones; You shall haue two noble Partners with you : the old Duchesse of Norfolke, and Lady Marquesfe Dorset? will these please you?
Once more my Lord of Wincbester, I charge you Embrace, and loue this man.
Gard. With a true heart, And Brother; loue I doe it.
Cran. And let Heauen Witnesse how deare, I hold this Confirmation. (hearts,
Kin. Good Man, those ioyfull teares thew thy true The common voyce I see is verified Of thee, which layes thus : Doe my Lord of Canterbury A threwd turne, and hee's your friend for euer : Come Lords, we trifle time away: I long To haue this young one made a Christian. As I haue made ye one Lords, one remaine: So I grow stronger, you more Honour gaine. Exeunt.
Enter King frowning on bem, takes bis Seate.
Kin. You were euer good at fodaine Commendations,
Sur. May it please your Grace;
Kin. No Sir, it doe's not please me, I had thought, I had had men of some vnderstanding, And wisedome of my Councell; but I finde none : Was it discretion Lords, to let this man, This good man (few of you deserue that Title) This honest man, wait like a lowsie Foot-boy At Chamber dore ? and one, as great as you are? Why, what a shame was this? Did my Commission Bid ye so farre forget your selues? I gaue ye Power, as he was a Counsellour to try him,
Noyse and Tumult within: Enter Porter and
bis man. Port. You'l leaue your noyse anon ye Rascals: doe you take the Court for Parish Garden : ye rude Slaues, leaue your gaping:
Wirbin. Good M. Porter I belong to th' Larder. Port. Belong to th' Gallowes, and be hang’d ye Rogue: Is this a place to roare in ? Fetch me a dozen Crab-tree Itaues, and strong ones; these are but switches to 'em : Ile scratch your heads; you must be seeing Christenings? Do you looke for Ale, and Cakes heere, you rude Raskalls?
Man. Pray Sir be patient; 'tis as much impossible, Vnlesse wee sweepe 'em from the dore with Cannons, To scatter 'em, as 'tis to make 'em seepe On May-day Morning, which will neuer be : We may as well push against Powles as stirre 'em. Por. How got they in, and be hang'd ?
By th' heeles, and sodainly:and on your heads
Por. Make way there, for the Princesse.
Man. You great fellow,
Por. You i'th'Chamblet, get vp o'th'raile,
Man. Alas I know not, how gets the Tide in ?
Port. You did nothing Sir.
Man. I am not Sampson, nor Sir Guy, nor Colebrand,
Wirbin. Do you heare M. Porter ?
Port. I shall be with you prefently, good M. Puppy, Keepe the dore close Sirha.
Man. What would you haue me doe?
Por. What should you doe, But knock 'em downe by th' dozens? Is this More fields to muster in? Or haue wee some strange Indian with the great Toole, come to Court, the women so besiege vs ? Blesse me, what a fry of Fornication is at dore On my Christian Conscience this one Christening will beget a thousand, here will bee Father, God-father, and all together.
Man. The Spoones will be the bigger Sir: There is a fellow somewhat neere the doore, he should be a Brasier by his face, for o'my conscience twenty of the Dogdayes now reigne in's Nose; all that stand about him are vnder the Line, they need no other pennance: that FireDrake did I hit three times on the head, and three times was his Nose discharged against mee; hee stands there like a Morter-piece to blow vs. There was a Habberdashers Wife of small wit, neere him, that rail'd vpon me, till her pinck'd porrenger fell off her head, for kindling such a combustion in the State. I mift the Meteor once, and hit that Woman, who cryed out Clubbes, when I might see from farre, some forty Truncheoners draw to her succour, which were the hope o'th' Strond where the was quartered ; they fell on, I made good my place; at length they came to th' broome staffe to me, I defide 'em stil, when sodainly a File Boyes behind 'em, loose shot, deliuer'd such a showre of Pibbles, that I was faine to draw mine Honour in, and let 'em win the Worke, the Diuell was amongst 'em I thinke surely.
Por. These are the youths that thunder at a Playhouse, and fight for bitten Apples, that no Audience but the tribulation of Tower Hill, or the Limbes of Limehouse, their deare Brothers are able to endure. I haue some of 'em in Limbo Patrum, and there they are like to dance these three dayes; besides the running Banquet of two Beadles, that is to come.
Enter Trumpets sounding : Tben two Aldermen, L. Maior,
Garter, Cranmer, Duke of Norfolke witb bis Marshals
Staffe, Duke of Suffolke, iwo Noblemen, bearing great standing 'Bowles for the Christening Guifts : Tben foure Noblemen bearing a Canopy, vnder which ebe Dutcbeple of Norfolke, Godmotber, bearing the Childe richly babited in a Manile, &c. Traine borne by a Lady: Tben followes the Marcbionelle Dorset, ibe orber Godmother, and Ladies. The Troope palle once about the Stage, and Garter speakes.
Flourish. Enter King and Guard. Cran. And to your Royall Grace, & the good Queen, My Noble Partners, and my selfe thus pray All comfort, ioy in this most gracious Lady, Heauen euer laid vp to make Parents happy, May hourely fall vpon ye.
Kin. Thanke you good Lord Archbishop: What is her Name?
Kin. Stand vp Lord,
Kin. My Noble Gossips, y’haue beene too Prodigall; I thanke ye heartily :
So shall this Lady,
Cran. Let me speake Sir,
Enter Lord Chamberlaine.
Por. And't please your Honour,
Cbam. As I live,
Holy and Heauenly thoughts ftill Counsell her :
And like a Mountaine Cedar, reach his branches,
Kin. Thou speakest wonders.
Cran. She shall be to the happinesse of England, An aged Princesse ; many dayes shall see her, And yet no day without a deed to Crowne it. Would I had knowne no more : But she must dye, She must, the Saints muft haue her; yet a Virgin, A most vnspotted Lilly shall the passe To th' ground, and all the World shall mourne her.
Kin. O Lord Archbishop Thou hast made me now a man, neuer before This happy Child, did I get any thing. This Oracle of comfort, ha's so pleas'd me, That when I am in Heauen, I thall defire To see what this Child does, and praise my Maker. I thanke ye all. To you my good Lord Maior, And you good Brethren, I am much bebolding: I haue receiu'd much Honour by your presence, And ye shall find me thankfull. Lead the way Lords, Ye must all see the Queene, and the must thanke ye, She will be ficke els. This day, no man thinke 'Has businesse at his house; for all fall stay: This Little-One shall make it Holy-day. Exeunt.