Suf. Nay, my lord,

That cannot be; you are a counsellor,

And, by that virtue, no man dare accuse you.

Gar. My lord, because we have business of more moment, We will be short with you. "Tis his highness' pleasure, And our consent, for better trial of you,

From hence you be committed to the Tower:

Where, being but a private man again,

You shall know many dare accuse you boldly, e snot, end pat

More than, I fear, you are provided for.

mid nel mod Cran. Ah, my good lord of Winchester, I thank you, You are always my good friend; if your will pass,

I shall both find your lordship judge and juror,boog vid anal You are so merciful: I see your end,

"Tis my undoing: Love, and meekness, lord,
Become a churchman better than ambition;
Win straying souls with modesty again,
Cast none away. That I shall clear myself, mobbe to dww.bet
Lay all the weight ye can upon my patience,
I make as little doubt, as you do conscience,
In doing daily wrongs. I could say more,

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All. We are.

Would you expect? You are strangely troublesome!
Let some o' the guard be ready there.

Cran. For me?

Enter GUARD.

Must I go like a traitor thither ?

Gur. Receive him,

And see him safe i' the Tower.

Cran. Stay, good my lords,

I have a little yet to say. Look there, my lords;
By virtue of that ring, I take my cause

Out of the gripes of cruel men, and give it

To a most noble judge, the king my master.
Cham. This is the king's ring.

Sur. 'Tis no counterfeit.

Suf. 'Tis the right ring, by heaven: I told ye all, When we first put this dangerous stone a rolling, "Twould fall upon ourselves.

Nor. Do you think, my lords,

The king will suffer but the little finger
Of this man to be vex'd?

Cham. 'Tis now too certain:

How much more is his life in value with him?

'Would I were fairly out on't.

Crom. My mind gave me,

In seeking tales, and informations,

Against this man (whose honesty the devil

And his disciples only envy at),

Ye blew the fire that burns ye: Now have at ye.

Enter KING, frowning on them; takes his seat.

Gar. Dread sovereign, how much are we bound 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
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.

K. Hen. You were ever good at sudden commendations, Bishop of Winchester. But know, I come not

To hear such flattery now, and in my presence;

They are too thin and bare 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 me for, I am sure,

Thou hast a cruel nature, and a bloody.

Good man [to CRANMER], sit down. Now let me see the proudest

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,-

K. Hen. No, Sir, it does not please me.

I had thought, I had had men of some understanding
And wisdom, of my council; but I find none.
Was it discretion, lords, to let this man,
This good man (few of you deserve that title),
This honest man, wait like a lowsy footboy
At chamber door? and one as great as you are?
Why, what a shame was this? Did my commission
Bid ye so far forget yourselves? I gave ye
Power as he was a counsellor to try him,
Not as a groom; There's some of ye, I see,
More out of malice than integrity,

Would try him to the utmost, had ye mean,
Which ye shall never have while I live.
Chan. Thus far,

My most dread sovereign, may it like your grace
To let my tongue excuse all. What was purposed
Concerning his imprisonment, was rather

(If there be faith in men) meant for his trial,
And fair purgation to the world, than malice;
I am sure, in me.

K. Hen. Well, well, my lords, respect him; Take him, and use him well, he's worthy of it. I will say thus much for him, If a prince May be beholden to a subject, I,

Am, for his love and service, so to him.

Make me no more ado, but all embrace him;

Be friends, for shame, my lords.-My lord of Canterbury,
I have a suit which you must not deny me;

This is, a fair young maid that yet wants baptism,

You must be godfather, and answer for her.

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; the old duchesis of Norfolk,
And lady marquis Dorset; Will these please you?

Once more, my lord of Winchester, I charge you,

Embrace, and love this man.

Gar. With a true heart,

And brother-love, I do it.
Cran. And let heaven

Witness, how dear I hold this confirm

K. Hen. Good man, those joyf tears show thy tree heart. The common voice, I see, is veriped

Of thee, which says thus, Do my lord of Canterbury

It was an ancient custom for sposors to present spoons to their godchildren.

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A shrewd turn, and he is your friend for ever.- A Davindrapar
Come, lords, we trifle time away; I long

To have this young one made a Christian.

As I have made ye one, lords, one remain;

So I grow stronger, you more honour gain. T

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.-The Palace Yard.rabben oder

Noise and tumult within. Enter PORTER and his MAN. Port. You'll leave your noise anon, ye rascals: Do you take the court for Paris-garden ?* ye rude slaves, leave your gaping.t [Within.] Good master porter, I belong to the larder.

Port. Belong to the gallows, and be hanged, you rogue: Is this a place to roar in ?-Fetch me a dozen crab-tree staves, and strong ones; these are but switches to them.-I'll scratch your heads: You must be seeing christenings? Do you look for ale and cakes here, you rude rascals?

Man. Pray, Sir, be patient; 'tis as much impossible
(Unless we sweep them from the door with cannons)
To scatter them, as 'tis to make them sleep

On May-day morning; which will never be:
We may as well push against Paul's, as stir them.
Port. How got they in, and be hang'd?

Man. Alas, I know not; How gets the tide in?

As much as one sound cudgel of four foot
(You see the poor remainder) could distribute,
I made no spare, Sir.

Port. You did nothing, Sir.

Man. I am not Samson, nor Sir Guy, nor Colbrand, to mow them down before me: but, if I spared any, that had a head to hit, either young or old, he or she, cuckold or cuckold-maker, let me never hope to see a chine again, and that I would not for a cow, God save her.

[Within.] Do you hear, master Porter?

Port. I shall be with you presently, good master puppy.Keep the door close, sirrah.

Man. What would you have me do?

Port. What should you do, but knock them down by the dozens? Is this Moorfields to muster in ? or have we some strange Indian with the great tool come to court, the women so besiege us? Bless me, what a fry of fornication is at door! On my Christian conscience, this one christening will beget a thousand; here will be father, godfather, and all together.

Man. The spoons will be the bigger, Sir. There is a fellow somewhat near the door, he should be a brazier by his face, for o' my conscience, twenty of the dog-days now reign in 's nose; all that stand about him are under the line, they need no other penance: That fire-drake did I hit three times on the head, and three times was his nose discharged against me; he stands there like a mortar-piece, to blow us. There was a haberdasher's wife of small wit near him, that railed upon me till her pink'd por↑ Roaring.

The bear-garden on Bank-side.

ringer* fell off her head, for kindling such a combustion in the state. I miss'd the meteort once, and hit that woman, who cried out, clubs! when I might see from far some forty truncheoneers draw to her succour, which were the hope of the Strand, where she was quartered. They fell on; I made good my place; at length they came to the broomstaff with me, I defied them still; when suddenly a file of boys behind them, loose shot, delivered such a shower of pebbles, that I was fain to draw mine honour in, and let them win the work: The devil was amongst them, I think, surely.

Port. These are the youths that thunder at a play-house, and fight for bitten apples; that no audience, but the Tribulation of Tower-hill, or the Limbs of Limehouse, ‡ their dear brothers, are able to endure. I have some of them in Limbo Patrum, and there they are like to dance these three days; besides the running banquet of two beadles | that is to come.

Enter the LORD CHAMBERLAIN. Te gay mul Cham. Mercy o' me, what a multitude are here are o stath They grow still too, from all parts they are coming, and portene of As if we kept a fair here! Where are these porters, vabol These lazy knaves ?-Ye have made a fine hand, fellows. var 57 There's a trim rabble let in: Are all these you dey wall Your faithful friends o' the suburbs? We shall have

Great store of room, no doubt, left for the ladies on to form a When they pass back from the christening.

Port. An't please your honour,

We are but men; and what so many may do,
Not being torn a pieces, we have done :
An army cannot rule them.

Cham. As I live,

If the king blame me for 't, Ill lay ye all

By the heels, and suddenly; and on your heads

Clap round fines, for neglect: You are lazy knaves;

And here ye lie baiting of bumbards, when ad fides Ye should do service. Hark, the trumpets sound; woods 2 They are come already from the christening:

Go, break among the press, and find a way out

To let the troop pass fairly; or I'll find

A Marshalsea, shall hold you play these two months. day sibel Port. Make way there for the princess.

Man. You great fellow, stand close up, or

I'll make your head ache.

Port. You i' the camblet, get up o' the rail;ND WAS I'll peck** you o'er the pales else. Yoon salt mos [Exeunt.

SCENE IV-The Palace.tor Junale keds Enter trumpets, sounding; then two Aldermen, LORD MAYOR, GARTER, CRANMER, Duke of NORFOLK, with his Marshal's staff, Duke of SUFFOLK, two Noblemen bearing great standingbowls for the christening gifts; then four Noblemen bearing a

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