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Enter GuilDFORD, behind. ".
Guil. This is a piece of malice. I am glad,
[Exit GUILDFORD. Cran. It is Sir Henry Guildford : As he past along, How carnestly he cast his eyes upon me! 'Pray heaven, he sound not my disgrace! For certain, This is of purpose laid, by some that hate me, To quench mine honour: they would shame to make
me : Wait else at door ; a fellow-counsellor, Among boys, grooms, and lackeys. But their pleasures Must be fulfild, and I attend with patience.
[Exit CRANMER SCENE III.
The Council-chamber. The King's chair. raised, in the centre, -the Lord Chan
cellor at the upper end of the table on the left hand, a seat left void on the right, as for the Archbishop of CANTERBURY.-NORFOLK, SUFFOLK, SURREY, Chamberlain, GARDINER, Lovel, in order on each side,--and CROMWELL at the table, as Secretary, discovered. .
Gard. Speak to the business, master secretary:
Crom. Please your honours,
Enter the Keeper.
! Keep. My lord archbishop;
Nor. Let him come in.
Enter Cranmer.-Exit Keeper.
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.
Cran. My good lords, hitherto, in all the progress Both of my life and office, I have labour'd, And with no little study, that my teaching, And the strong course of my authority, Might go one way, and safely; and the end Was ever, to do well. 'Pray heaven, the king may never find a heart With less allegiance in 't! 'Beseech your lordships, That, in this case of justice, my accusers, Be what they will, may stand forth face to face, And freely urge against me. | Sup. Nay, my lord, . . That cannot be; you are a counsellor, And, by that virtue, no man dare accuse you. Gard. My lord, because we have business of more
moment, We will be short with you. 'Tis his highness' plea
sure, And our consent, for better trial of you,
From hence you be committed to the Tower ;
Cran. Ah, my good lord of Winchester, I thank you,
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,
Gard. Good master secretary,
Crom. Why, my lord?
Gard. Do not I know you for a favourer
Crom. Not sound?
Crom. 'Would you were half so honest !
Gard. I shall remember this bold language.
Cham. This is too much; .
Gardo I have done.
Crom. And I. .. Gard. Then thus for you, my lord, --it stands agreed, I 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.
Cran. Is there no other way of mercy, But I must needs to the Tower, my lords?
Gard. What other .
Enter the Keeper of the Council-chamber.
Gard. Receive him
Cran. Stay, good my lord.
[Exit the Keeper. Look there, my lords :
[They all rise, and look at the ring.)
Sur. '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,
Cham. 'Tis now too certain :
seat, they all sit, Gard. (Rises.) Dread sovereign, how much are we
bound to heaven
In daily thanks, that gave us such a prince;
Gard. (Rises.) May it please your grace,
Nor. My most dread sovereign, may it like your
To let my tongue excuse all. What was purpos’d,
King. Well, well, my lords, respect him ;