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The Life of King Henry the Eight. Actus Quintus. Scena Prima. [Act 5, Scene 1] Enter Gardiner Bishop of Winchester, a Page with a Torch before him, met by Sir Thomas Louell. Gard. It's one a clocke Boy, is't not. Boy. It hath strooke. Gard.
[2605]
These should be houres for necessities, Not for delights: Times to repayre our Nature With comforting repose, and not for vs To waste these times. Good houre of night Sir Thomas: Whether so late?
Lou.
[2610]
Came you from the King, my Lord?
Gar. I did Sir Thomas, and left him at Primero With the Duke of Suffolke. Lou. I must to him too Before he go to bed. Ile take my leaue. Gard.
[2615]
Not yet Sir Thomas Louell: what's the matter? It seemes you are in hast: and if there be No great offence belongs too't, giue your Friend Some touch of your late businesse: Affaires that walke (As they say Spirits do) at midnight, haue
[2620]
In them a wilder Nature, then the businesse That seekes dispatch by day.
Lou. My Lord, I loue you; And durst commend a secret to your eare Much waightier then this worke. The Queens in Labor
[2625]
They say in great Extremity, and fear'd Shee'l with the Labour, end.
Gard. The fruite she goes with I pray for heartily, that it may finde Good time, and liue: but for the Stocke Sir Thomas,
[2630]
I wish it grubb'd vp now.
Lou. Me thinkes I could Cry the Amen, and yet my Conscience sayes Shee's a good Creature, and sweet‑Ladie do's Deserue our better wishes. Gard.
[2635]
But Sir, Sir, Heare me Sir Thomas, y'are a Gentleman Of mine owne way. I know you Wise, Religious, And let me tell you, it will ne're be well, 'Twill not Sir Thomas Louell, tak't of me,
[2640]
Till Cranmer, Cromwel, her two hands, and shee Sleepe in their Graues.
Louell. Now Sir, you speake of two The most remark'd i'th'Kingdome; as for Cromwell, Beside that of the Iewell‑House, is made Master
[2645]
O'th'Rolles, and the Kings Secretary. Further Sir, Stands in the gap and Trade of moe Preferments, With which the Lime will loade him. Th'Archbyshop Is the Kings hand, and tongue, and who dare speak One syllable against him?
Gard.
[2650]
Yes, yes, Sir Thomas, There are that Dare, and I my selfe haue ventur'd To speake my minde of him: and indeed this day, Sir (I may tell it you) I thinke I haue Incenst the Lords o'th'Councell, that he is
[2655]
(For so I know he is, they know he is) A most Arch‑Heretique, a Pestilence That does infect the Land: with which, they moued Haue broken with the King, who hath so farre Giuen eare to our Complaint, of his great Grace,
[2660]
And Princely Care, fore‑seeing those fell Mischiefes,

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Our Reasons layd before him, hath commanded To morrow Morning to the Councell Boord He be conuented. He's a ranke weed Sir Thomas, And we must root him out. From your Affaires
[2665]
I hinder you too long: Good night, Sir Thomas.
Exit Gardiner and Page. Lou. Many good nights, my Lord, I rest your seruant. Enter King and Suffolke. King. Charles, I will play no more to night, My mindes not on't, you are too hard for me. Suff. Sir, I did neuer win of you before. King.
[2670]
But little Charles, Nor shall not when my Fancies on my play. Now Louel, from the Queene what is the Newes.
Lou. I could not personally deliuer to her What you commanded me, but by her woman,
[2675]
I sent your Message, who return'd her thankes In the great'st humblenesse, and desir'd your Highnesse Most heartily to pray for her.
King. What say'st thou? Ha? To pray for her? What, is she crying out? Lou.
[2680]
So said her woman, and that her suffrance made Almost each pang, a death.
King. Alas good Lady. Suf. God safely quit her of her Burthen, and With gentle Trauaile, to the gladding of
[2685]
Your Highnesse with an Heire.
King. 'Tis midnight Charles, Prythee to bed, and in thy Prayres remember Th'estate of my poore Queene. Leaue me alone, For I must thinke of that, which company
[2690]
Would not be friendly too.
Suf. I wish your Highnesse A quiet night, and my good Mistris will Remember in my Prayers. King. Charles good night. Exit Suffolke.
[2695]
Well Sir, what followes?
Enter Sir Anthony Denny. Den. Sir, I haue brought my Lord the Arch‑byshop, As you commanded me. King. Ha ? Canterbury? Den. I my good Lord. King.
[2700]
'Tis true: where is he Denny?
Den. He attends your Highnesse pleasure. King. Bring him to Vs. Lou. This is about that, which the Byshop spake, I am happily come hither. Enter Cranmer and Denny. King.
[2705]
Auoyd the Gallery. Louel seemes to stay. Ha? I haue said. Be gone. What?
Exeunt Louell and Denny. Cran. I am fearefull: Wherefore frownes he thus ? 'Tis his Aspect of Terror. All's not well. King.
[2710]
How now my Lord? You do desire to know wherefore I sent for you.
Cran. It is my dutie T'attend your Highnesse pleasure. King.
[2715]
Pray you arise My good and gracious Lord of Canterburie: Come, you and I must walke a turne together: I haue Newes to tell you. Come, come, giue me your hand.
[2720]
Ah my good Lord, I greeue at what I speake, And am right sorrie to repeat what followes. I haue, and most vnwillingly of late x2 Heard

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Actus Quintus. Scena Prima. [Act 5, Scene 1] Enter Gardiner Bishop of Winchester, a Page with a Torch before him, met by Sir Thomas Louell. Gard. It's one a clocke Boy, is't not. Boy. It hath strooke. Gard.
[2605]
These should be houres for necessities, Not for delights: Times to repayre our Nature With comforting repose, and not for vs To waste these times. Good houre of night Sir Thomas: Whether so late?
Lou.
[2610]
Came you from the King, my Lord?
Gar. I did Sir Thomas, and left him at Primero With the Duke of Suffolke. Lou. I must to him too Before he go to bed. Ile take my leaue. Gard.
[2615]
Not yet Sir Thomas Louell: what's the matter? It seemes you are in hast: and if there be No great offence belongs too't, giue your Friend Some touch of your late businesse: Affaires that walke (As they say Spirits do) at midnight, haue
[2620]
In them a wilder Nature, then the businesse That seekes dispatch by day.
Lou. My Lord, I loue you; And durst commend a secret to your eare Much waightier then this worke. The Queens in Labor
[2625]
They say in great Extremity, and fear'd Shee'l with the Labour, end.
Gard. The fruite she goes with I pray for heartily, that it may finde Good time, and liue: but for the Stocke Sir Thomas,
[2630]
I wish it grubb'd vp now.
Lou. Me thinkes I could Cry the Amen, and yet my Conscience sayes Shee's a good Creature, and sweet‑Ladie do's Deserue our better wishes. Gard.
[2635]
But Sir, Sir, Heare me Sir Thomas, y'are a Gentleman Of mine owne way. I know you Wise, Religious, And let me tell you, it will ne're be well, 'Twill not Sir Thomas Louell, tak't of me,
[2640]
Till Cranmer, Cromwel, her two hands, and shee Sleepe in their Graues.
Louell. Now Sir, you speake of two The most remark'd i'th'Kingdome; as for Cromwell, Beside that of the Iewell‑House, is made Master
[2645]
O'th'Rolles, and the Kings Secretary. Further Sir, Stands in the gap and Trade of moe Preferments, With which the Lime will loade him. Th'Archbyshop Is the Kings hand, and tongue, and who dare speak One syllable against him?
Gard.
[2650]
Yes, yes, Sir Thomas, There are that Dare, and I my selfe haue ventur'd To speake my minde of him: and indeed this day, Sir (I may tell it you) I thinke I haue Incenst the Lords o'th'Councell, that he is
[2655]
(For so I know he is, they know he is) A most Arch‑Heretique, a Pestilence That does infect the Land: with which, they moued Haue broken with the King, who hath so farre Giuen eare to our Complaint, of his great Grace,
[2660]
And Princely Care, fore‑seeing those fell Mischiefes, Our Reasons layd before him, hath commanded To morrow Morning to the Councell Boord He be conuented. He's a ranke weed Sir Thomas, And we must root him out. From your Affaires
[2665]
I hinder you too long: Good night, Sir Thomas.
Exit Gardiner and Page. Lou. Many good nights, my Lord, I rest your seruant. Enter King and Suffolke. King. Charles, I will play no more to night, My mindes not on't, you are too hard for me. Suff. Sir, I did neuer win of you before. King.
[2670]
But little Charles, Nor shall not when my Fancies on my play. Now Louel, from the Queene what is the Newes.
Lou. I could not personally deliuer to her What you commanded me, but by her woman,
[2675]
I sent your Message, who return'd her thankes In the great'st humblenesse, and desir'd your Highnesse Most heartily to pray for her.
King. What say'st thou? Ha? To pray for her? What, is she crying out? Lou.
[2680]
So said her woman, and that her suffrance made Almost each pang, a death.
King. Alas good Lady. Suf. God safely quit her of her Burthen, and With gentle Trauaile, to the gladding of
[2685]
Your Highnesse with an Heire.
King. 'Tis midnight Charles, Prythee to bed, and in thy Prayres remember Th'estate of my poore Queene. Leaue me alone, For I must thinke of that, which company
[2690]
Would not be friendly too.
Suf. I wish your Highnesse A quiet night, and my good Mistris will Remember in my Prayers. King. Charles good night. Exit Suffolke.
[2695]
Well Sir, what followes?
Enter Sir Anthony Denny. Den. Sir, I haue brought my Lord the Arch‑byshop, As you commanded me. King. Ha ? Canterbury? Den. I my good Lord. King.
[2700]
'Tis true: where is he Denny?
Den. He attends your Highnesse pleasure. King. Bring him to Vs. Lou. This is about that, which the Byshop spake, I am happily come hither. Enter Cranmer and Denny. King.
[2705]
Auoyd the Gallery. Louel seemes to stay. Ha? I haue said. Be gone. What?
Exeunt Louell and Denny. Cran. I am fearefull: Wherefore frownes he thus ? 'Tis his Aspect of Terror. All's not well. King.
[2710]
How now my Lord? You do desire to know wherefore I sent for you.
Cran. It is my dutie T'attend your Highnesse pleasure. King.
[2715]
Pray you arise My good and gracious Lord of Canterburie: Come, you and I must walke a turne together: I haue Newes to tell you. Come, come, giue me your hand.
[2720]
Ah my good Lord, I greeue at what I speake, And am right sorrie to repeat what followes. I haue, and most vnwillingly of late Heard many greeuous. I do say my Lord Greeuous complaints, of you; which being consider'd,
[2725]
Haue mou'd Vs, aud our Councell, that you shall This Morning come before vs, where I know You cannot with such freedome purge your selfe, But that till further Triall, in those Charges Which will require your Answer, you must take
[2730]
Your patience to you, and be well contented To make your house our Towre: you, a Brother of vs It fits we thus, proceed, or else no witnesse Would come against you.
Cran. I humbly thanke your Highnesse,
[2735]
And am right glad to catch this good occasion Most throughly to be winnowed, where my Chaffe And Corne shall flye asunder. For I know There's none stands vnder more calumnious tongues, Then I my selfe, poore man.
King.
[2740]
Stand vp, good Canterbury, Thy Truth, and thy Integrity is rooted In vs thy Friend. Giue me thy hand, stand vp, Prythee let's walke. Now by my Holydame, What manner of man are you? My Lord, I look'd
[2745]
You would haue giuen me your Petition, that I should haue tane some paines, to bring together Your selfe, and your Accusers, and to haue heard you Without indurance further.
Cran. Most dread Liege,
[2750]
The good I stand on, is my Truth and Honestie: If they shall faile, I with mine Enemies Will triumph o're my person, which I waigh not, Being of those Vertues vacant. I feare nothing What can be said against me.
King.
[2755]
Know you not How your state stands i'th'world, with the whole world? Your Enemies are many, and not small; their practises Must beare the same proportion, and not euer The Iustice and the Truth o'th'question carries
[2760]
The dew o'th'Verdict with it; at what ease Might corrupt mindes procure, Knaues as corrupt To sweare against you: Such things haue been done. You are Potently oppos'd, and with a Malice Of as great Size. Weene you of better lucke,
[2765]
I meane in periur'd Witnesse, then your Master, Whose Minister you are, whiles heere he liu'd Vpon this naughty Earth ? Go too, go too, You take a Precepit for no leape of danger, And woe your owne destruction.
Cran.
[2770]
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 preuaile, then we giue way too:
[2775]
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 best perswasions to the contrary Faile not to vse, and with what vehemencie
[2780]
Th'occasion shall instruct you. If intreaties Will render you no remedy, this Ring Deliuer them, and your Appeale to vs There make before them. Looke, the goodman weeps: He's honest on mine Honor. Gods blest Mother,
[2785]
I sweare he is true‑hearted, and a soule 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 Olde Lady. Gent. within. Come backe: what meane you? Lady.
[2790]
Ile not come backe, the tydings that I bring Will make my boldnesse, manners. Now good Angels Fly o're thy Royall head, and shade thy person Vnder their blessed wings.
King. Now by thy lookes
[2795]
I gesse thy Message. Is the Queene deliuer'd? Say I, and of a boy.
Lady. I, I my Liege, And of a louely Boy: the God of heauen Both now, and euer blesse her: 'Tis a Gyrle
[2800]
Promises Boyes heereafter. Sir, your Queen Desires your Visitation, and to be Acquainted with this stranger; 'tis as like you, As Cherry, is to Cherry.
King. Louell. Lou.
[2805]
Sir.
King. Giue her an hundred Markes. Ile to the Queene. Exit King. Lady. An hundred Markes? By this light, Ile ha more. An ordinary Groome is for such payment.
[2810]
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.
Exit Ladie.
 

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      <speaker rend="italic">Lou.</speaker>
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         <hi rend="italic">Charles</hi>, I will play no more to night,</l>
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      <l n="2669">Sir, I did neuer win of you before.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="2670">But little<hi rend="italic">Charles</hi>,</l>
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      <l n="2672">Now<hi rend="italic">Louel</hi>, from the Queene what is the Newes.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Lou.</speaker>
      <l n="2673">I could not personally deliuer to her</l>
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      <l n="2675">I sent your Message, who return'd her thankes</l>
      <l n="2676">In the great'st humblenesse, and desir'd your Highnesse</l>
      <l n="2677">Most heartily to pray for her.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="2678">What say'st thou? Ha?</l>
      <l n="2679">To pray for her? What, is she crying out?</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Lou.</speaker>
      <l n="2680">So said her woman, and that her suffrance made</l>
      <l n="2681">Almost each pang, a death.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-hn8">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="2682">Alas good Lady.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-suf">
      <speaker rend="italic">Suf.</speaker>
      <l n="2683">God safely quit her of her Burthen, and</l>
      <l n="2684">With gentle Trauaile, to the gladding of</l>
      <l n="2685">Your Highnesse with an Heire.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-hn8">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="2686">'Tis midnight<hi rend="italic">Charles</hi>,</l>
      <l n="2687">Prythee to bed, and in thy Prayres remember</l>
      <l n="2688">Th'estate of my poore Queene. Leaue me alone,</l>
      <l n="2689">For I must thinke of that, which company</l>
      <l n="2690">Would not be friendly too.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-suf">
      <speaker rend="italic">Suf.</speaker>
      <l n="2691">I wish your Highnesse</l>
      <l n="2692">A quiet night, and my good Mistris will</l>
      <l n="2693">Remember in my Prayers.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-hn8">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="2694">
         <hi rend="italic">Charles</hi>good night.</l>
      <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit Suffolke.</stage>
      <l n="2695">Well Sir, what followes?</l>
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   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Sir Anthony Denny.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-h8-den">
      <speaker rend="italic">Den.</speaker>
      <l n="2696">Sir, I haue brought my Lord the Arch‑byshop,</l>
      <l n="2697">As you commanded me.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-hn8">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="2698">Ha<c rend="italic">?</c>Canterbury?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-den">
      <speaker rend="italic">Den.</speaker>
      <l n="2699">I my good Lord.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-hn8">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="2700">'Tis true: where is he<hi rend="italic">Denny</hi>?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-den">
      <speaker rend="italic">Den.</speaker>
      <l n="2701">He attends your Highnesse pleasure.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-hn8">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="2702">Bring him to Vs.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-lov">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lou.</speaker>
      <l n="2703">This is about that, which the Byshop spake,</l>
      <l n="2704">I am happily come hither.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Cranmer and Denny.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-h8-hn8">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="2705">Auoyd the Gallery.</l>
      <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">Louel seemes to stay.</stage>
      <l n="2706">Ha? I haue said. Be gone.</l>
      <l n="2707">What?</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt Louell and Denny.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-h8-cra">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cran.</speaker>
      <l n="2708">I am fearefull: Wherefore frownes he thus<c rend="italic">?</c>
      </l>
      <l n="2709">'Tis his Aspect of Terror. All's not well.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-hn8">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="2710">How now my Lord?</l>
      <l n="2711">You do desire to know wherefore</l>
      <l n="2712">I sent for you.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-cra">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cran.</speaker>
      <l n="2713">It is my dutie</l>
      <l n="2714">T'attend your Highnesse pleasure.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-hn8">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="2715">Pray you arise</l>
      <l n="2716">My good and gracious Lord of Canterburie:</l>
      <l n="2717">Come, you and I must walke a turne together:</l>
      <l n="2718">I haue Newes to tell you.</l>
      <l n="2719">Come, come, giue me your hand.</l>
      <l n="2720">Ah my good Lord, I greeue at what I speake,</l>
      <l n="2721">And am right sorrie to repeat what followes.</l>
      <l n="2722">I haue, and most vnwillingly of late</l>
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      <cb n="1"/>
      <l n="2723">Heard many greeuous. I do say my Lord</l>
      <l n="2724">Greeuous complaints, of you; which being consider'd,</l>
      <l n="2725">Haue mou'd Vs, aud our Councell, that you shall</l>
      <l n="2726">This Morning come before vs, where I know</l>
      <l n="2727">You cannot with such freedome purge your selfe,</l>
      <l n="2728">But that till further Triall, in those Charges</l>
      <l n="2729">Which will require your Answer, you must take</l>
      <l n="2730">Your patience to you, and be well contented</l>
      <l n="2731">To make your house our Towre: you, a Brother of vs</l>
      <l n="2732">It fits we thus, proceed, or else no witnesse</l>
      <l n="2733">Would come against you.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-cra">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cran.</speaker>
      <l n="2734">I humbly thanke your Highnesse,</l>
      <l n="2735">And am right glad to catch this good occasion</l>
      <l n="2736">Most throughly to be winnowed, where my Chaffe</l>
      <l n="2737">And Corne shall flye asunder. For I know</l>
      <l n="2738">There's none stands vnder more calumnious tongues,</l>
      <l n="2739">Then I my selfe, poore man.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-hn8">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="2740">Stand vp, good Canterbury,</l>
      <l n="2741">Thy Truth, and thy Integrity is rooted</l>
      <l n="2742">In vs thy Friend. Giue me thy hand, stand vp,</l>
      <l n="2743">Prythee let's walke. Now by my Holydame,</l>
      <l n="2744">What manner of man are you? My Lord, I look'd</l>
      <l n="2745">You would haue giuen me your Petition, that</l>
      <l n="2746">I should haue tane some paines, to bring together</l>
      <l n="2747">Your selfe, and your Accusers, and to haue heard you</l>
      <l n="2748">Without indurance further.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-cra">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cran.</speaker>
      <l n="2749">Most dread Liege,</l>
      <l n="2750">The good I stand on, is my Truth and Honestie:</l>
      <l n="2751">If they shall faile, I with mine Enemies</l>
      <l n="2752">Will triumph o're my person, which I waigh not,</l>
      <l n="2753">Being of those Vertues vacant. I feare nothing</l>
      <l n="2754">What can be said against me.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-hn8">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="2755">Know you not</l>
      <l n="2756">How your state stands i'th'world, with the whole world?</l>
      <l n="2757">Your Enemies are many, and not small; their practises</l>
      <l n="2758">Must beare the same proportion, and not euer</l>
      <l n="2759">The Iustice and the Truth o'th'question carries</l>
      <l n="2760">The dew o'th'Verdict with it; at what ease</l>
      <l n="2761">Might corrupt mindes procure, Knaues as corrupt</l>
      <l n="2762">To sweare against you: Such things haue been done.</l>
      <l n="2763">You are Potently oppos'd, and with a Malice</l>
      <l n="2764">Of as great Size. Weene you of better lucke,</l>
      <l n="2765">I meane in periur'd Witnesse, then your Master,</l>
      <l n="2766">Whose Minister you are, whiles heere he liu'd</l>
      <l n="2767">Vpon this naughty Earth<c rend="italic">?</c>Go too, go too,</l>
      <l n="2768">You take a Precepit for no leape of danger,</l>
      <l n="2769">And woe your owne destruction.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-cra">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cran.</speaker>
      <l n="2770">God, and your Maiesty</l>
      <l n="2771">Protect mine innocence, or I fall into</l>
      <l n="2772">The trap is laid for me.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-hn8">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="2773">Be of good cheere,</l>
      <l n="2774">They shall no more preuaile, then we giue way too:</l>
      <l n="2775">Keepe comfort to you, and this Morning see</l>
      <l n="2776">You do appeare before them. If they shall chance</l>
      <l n="2777">In charging you with matters, to commit you:</l>
      <l n="2778">The best perswasions to the contrary</l>
      <l n="2779">Faile not to vse, and with what vehemencie</l>
      <l n="2780">Th'occasion shall instruct you. If intreaties</l>
      <l n="2781">Will render you no remedy, this Ring</l>
      <l n="2782">Deliuer them, and your Appeale to vs</l>
      <l n="2783">There make before them. Looke, the goodman weeps:</l>
      <l n="2784">He's honest on mine Honor. Gods blest Mother,</l>
      <l n="2785">I sweare he is true‑hearted, and a soule</l>
      <l n="2786">None better in my Kingdome. Get you gone,</l>
      <l n="2787">And do as I haue bid you.</l>
      <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit Cranmer.</stage>
      <l n="2788">He ha's strangled his Language in his teares.</l>
   </sp>
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   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Olde Lady.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-h8-gen">
      <speaker rend="italic">Gent.</speaker>
      <stage rend="italic inline" type="business">within.</stage>
      <l n="2789">Come backe: what meane you?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-ola">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lady.</speaker>
      <l n="2790">Ile not come backe, the tydings that I bring</l>
      <l n="2791">Will make my boldnesse, manners. Now good Angels</l>
      <l n="2792">Fly o're thy Royall head, and shade thy person</l>
      <l n="2793">Vnder their blessed wings.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-hn8">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="2794">Now by thy lookes</l>
      <l n="2795">I gesse thy Message. Is the Queene deliuer'd?</l>
      <l n="2796">Say I, and of a boy.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-ola">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lady.</speaker>
      <l n="2797">I, I my Liege,</l>
      <l n="2798">And of a louely Boy: the God of heauen</l>
      <l n="2799">Both now, and euer blesse her: 'Tis a Gyrle</l>
      <l n="2800">Promises Boyes heereafter. Sir, your Queen</l>
      <l n="2801">Desires your Visitation, and to be</l>
      <l n="2802">Acquainted with this stranger; 'tis as like you,</l>
      <l n="2803">As Cherry, is to Cherry.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-hn8">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l rend="italic" n="2804">Louell.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-lov">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lou.</speaker>
      <l n="2805">Sir.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-hn8">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="2806">Giue her an hundred Markes.</l>
      <l n="2807">Ile to the Queene.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit King.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-h8-ola">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lady.</speaker>
      <l n="2808">An hundred Markes? By this light, Ile ha more.</l>
      <l n="2809">An ordinary Groome is for such payment.</l>
      <l n="2810">I will haue more, or scold it out of him.</l>
      <l n="2811">Said I for this, the Gyrle was like to him? Ile</l>
      <l n="2812">Haue more, or else vnsay't: and now, while 'tis hot,</l>
      <l n="2813">Ile put it to the issue.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit Ladie.</stage>
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