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The Life of King Henry the Eight. Butts. I thinke your Highnesse saw this many a day. Kin.
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Body a me: where is it ?
Butts, There my Lord: The high promotion of his Grace of Canterbury, Who holds his State at dore 'mongst Purseuants, Pages, and Foot‑boyes. Kin.
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Ha ? 'Tis he indeed. Is this the Honour they doe one another? 'Tis well there's one aboue 'em yet; I had thought They had parted so much honesty among 'em, At least good manners; as not thus to suffer
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A man of his Place, and so neere our fauour To dance attendance on their Lordships pleasures, And at the dore too, like a Post with Packets: By holy Mary ( Butts) there's knauery; Let 'em alone, and draw the Curtaine close:
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We shall heare more anon.
[Act 5, Scene 3] A Councell Table brought in with Chayres and Stooles, and placed vnder the State. Enter Lord Chancellour, places himselfe at the vpper end of the Table, on the left hand: A Seate being left void aboue him, as for Canterburies Seate. Duke of Suffolke, Duke of Norfolke, Surrey, Lord Cham­ berlaine, Gardiner, seat themselues in Order on each side. Cromwell at lower end, as Secretary. Chan. Speake to the businesse, M. Master Secretary; Why are we met in Councell? Crom. Please your Honours, The chiefe cause concernes his Grace of Canterbury. Gard.
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Ha's he had knowledge of it?
Crom. Yes. Norf. Who waits there? Keep. Without my Noble Lords? Gard. Yes. Keep.
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My Lord Archbishop: And ha's done halfe an houre to know your pleasures.
Chan. Let him come in. Keep. Your Grace may enter now. Cranmer approches the Councell Table. Chan. My good Lord Archbishop, I'm very sorry
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To sit heere at this present, and behold That Chayre stand empty: But we all are men In our owne natures fraile, and capable Of our flesh, few are Angels; out of which frailty And want of wisedome, you that best should teach vs,
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Haue misdemean'd your selfe, and not a little: Toward the King first, then his Lawes, in filling The whole Realme, by your teaching & your Chaplaines (For so we are inform'd) with new opinions, Diuers and dangerous; which are Heresies;
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And not reform'd, may proue pernicious.
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,
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Till they obey the mannage. If we suffer Out of our easinesse and childish pitty To one mans Honour, this contagious sicknesse; Farewell all Physicke: and what followes then? Commotions, vprores, with a generall Taint
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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,
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And with no little study, that thy teaching

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And the strong course of my Authority, Might goe one way, and safely; and the end Was euer to doe well: nor is there liuing, (I speake it with a single heart, my Lords)
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A man that more detests, more stirres against, Both in his priuate Conscience, and his place, Defacers of a publique peace then I doe: Pray Heauen the King may neuer find a heart With lesse Allegeance in it. Men that make
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Enuy, and crooked malice, nourishment; Dare bite the best. I doe beseech your Lordships, That in this case of Iustice, my Accusers, Be what they will, may stand forth face to face, And freely vrge against me.
Suff.
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Nay, my Lord, That cannot be; you are a Counsellor, And by that vertue no man dare accuse you.
Gard. My Lord, because we haue busines of more mo­ (ment, We will be short with you. 'Tis his Highnesse pleasure
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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.
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Ah my good Lord of Winchester: 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
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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,
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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, That's the plaine truth; your painted glosse discouers To men that vnderstand you, words and weaknesse. Crom.
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My Lord of Winchester, y'are a little, By your good fauour, too sharpe; Men of Noble, How euer faultly, yet should finde respect For what they haue beene: 'tis a cruelty, To load a falling man.
Gard.
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Good M. Master Secretary, I cry your Honour mercie; you may worst Of all this Table say so.
Crom. Why my Lord? Gard. Doe not I know you for a Fauourer
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Of this new Sect? ye are not sound.
Crom. Not sound? Gard. Not sound I say. Crom. Would you were halfe so honest: Mens prayers then would seeke you, not their feares. Gard.
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I shall remember this bold Language.
Crom. Doe. Remember your bold life too. Cham. This is too much; Forbeare for shame my Lords. Gard.
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I haue done.
Crom. And I. Cham. Then thus for you my Lord, it stands agreed I take it, by all voyces: That forthwith, You be conuaid to th'Tower a Prisoner;
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There to remaine till the Kings further pleasure Be knowne vnto vs: are you all agreed Lords.
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Scena Secunda. [Act 5, Scene 2] Enter Cranmer, Archbyshop of Canterbury. Cran. I hope I am not too late, and yet the Gentleman
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That was lent to me from the Councell, pray'd me To make great hast. All fast? What meanes this? Hoa? Who waites there? Sure you know me ?
Enter Keeper. Keep. Yes, my Lord: But yet I cannot helpe you. Cran.
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Why?
Keep. Your Grace must waight till you be call'd for. Enter Doctor Buts. Cran. So. Buts. This is a Peere of Malice: I am glad I came this way so happily. The King
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Shall vnderstand it presently.
Exit Buts Cran. 'Tis Buts. The Kings Physitian, as he past along How earnestly he cast his eyes vpon me; Pray heauen he sound not my disgrace: for certaine
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This is of purpose laid by some that hate me, (God turne their hearts, I neuer sought their malice) To quench mine Honor; they would shame to make me Wait else at doore: a fellow Councellor 'Mong Boyes, Groomes, and Lackeyes.
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But their pleasures Must be fulfill'd, and I attend with patience.
Enter the King, and Buts, at a Windowe aboue. Buts. Ile shew your Grace the strangest sight. King. What's that Buts? Butts. I thinke your Highnesse saw this many a day. Kin.
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Body a me: where is it ?
Butts, There my Lord: The high promotion of his Grace of Canterbury, Who holds his State at dore 'mongst Purseuants, Pages, and Foot‑boyes. Kin.
[2845]
Ha ? 'Tis he indeed. Is this the Honour they doe one another? 'Tis well there's one aboue 'em yet; I had thought They had parted so much honesty among 'em, At least good manners; as not thus to suffer
[2850]
A man of his Place, and so neere our fauour To dance attendance on their Lordships pleasures, And at the dore too, like a Post with Packets: By holy Mary ( Butts) there's knauery; Let 'em alone, and draw the Curtaine close:
[2855]
We shall heare more anon.
 

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