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King Henry VIII
act v   Scene 1.
William Shakespeare
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       London. A gallery in the palace
       Enter GARDINER, BISHOP OF WINCHESTER, a PAGE with a torch before him, met by SIR THOMAS LOVELL
       GARDINER
       It's one o'clock, boy, is't not?
       BOY
       It hath struck.
       GARDINER
       These should be hours for necessities,
       Not for delights; times to repair our nature
       With comforting repose, and not for us
       To waste these times. Good hour of night, Sir Thomas!
       Whither so late?
       LOVELL
       Came you from the King, my lord?
       GARDINER
       I did, Sir Thomas, and left him at primero
       With the Duke of Suffolk.
       LOVELL
       I must to him too,
       Before he go to bed. I'll take my leave.
       GARDINER
       Not yet, Sir Thomas Lovell. What's the matter?
       It seems you are in haste. An if there be
       No great offence belongs to't, give your friend
       Some touch of your late business. Affairs that walk-
       As they say spirits do-at midnight, have
       In them a wilder nature than the business
       That seeks despatch by day.
       LOVELL
       My lord, I love you;
       And durst commend a secret to your ear
       Much weightier than this work. The Queen's in labour,
       They say in great extremity, and fear'd
       She'll with the labour end.
       GARDINER
       The fruit she goes with
       I pray for heartily, that it may find
       Good time, and live; but for the stock, Sir Thomas,
       I wish it grubb'd up now.
       LOVELL
       Methinks I could
       Cry thee amen; and yet my conscience says
       She's a good creature, and, sweet lady, does
       Deserve our better wishes.
       GARDINER
       But, sir, sir-
       Hear me, Sir Thomas. Y'are a gentleman
       Of mine own way; I know you wise, religious;
       And, let me tell you, it will ne'er be well-
       'Twill not, Sir Thomas Lovell, take't of me-
       Till Cranmer, Cromwell, her two hands, and she,
       Sleep in their graves.
       LOVELL
       Now, sir, you speak of two
       The most remark'd i' th' kingdom. As for Cromwell,
       Beside that of the Jewel House, is made Master
       O' th' Rolls, and the King's secretary; further, sir,
       Stands in the gap and trade of moe preferments,
       With which the time will load him. Th' Archbishop
       Is the King's hand and tongue, and who dare speak
       One syllable against him?
       GARDINER
       Yes, yes, Sir Thomas,
       There are that dare; and I myself have ventur'd
       To speak my mind of him; and indeed this day,
       Sir-I may tell it you-I think I have
       Incens'd the lords o' th' Council, that he is-
       For so I know he is, they know he is-
       A most arch heretic, a pestilence
       That does infect the land; with which they moved
       Have broken with the King, who hath so far
       Given ear to our complaint-of his great grace
       And princely care, foreseeing those fell mischiefs
       Our reasons laid before him-hath commanded
       To-morrow morning to the Council board
       He be convented. He's a rank weed, Sir Thomas,
       And we must root him out. From your affairs
       I hinder you too long-good night, Sir Thomas.
       LOVELL
       Many good nights, my lord; I rest your servant.
       Exeunt GARDINER and PAGE
       Enter the KING and the DUKE OF SUFFOLK
       KING
       Charles, I will play no more to-night;
       My mind's not on't; you are too hard for me.
       SUFFOLK
       Sir, I did never win of you before.
       KING
       But little, Charles;
       Nor shall not, when my fancy's on my play.
       Now, Lovell, from the Queen what is the news?
       LOVELL
       I could not personally deliver to her
       What you commanded me, but by her woman
       I sent your message; who return'd her thanks
       In the great'st humbleness, and desir'd your Highness
       Most heartily to pray for her.
       KING
       What say'st thou, ha?
       To pray for her? What, is she crying out?
       LOVELL
       So said her woman; and that her suff'rance made
       Almost each pang a death.
       KING
       Alas, good lady!
       SUFFOLK
       God safely quit her of her burden, and
       With gentle travail, to the gladding of
       Your Highness with an heir!
       KING
       'Tis midnight, Charles;
       Prithee to bed; and in thy pray'rs remember
       Th' estate of my poor queen. Leave me alone,
       For I must think of that which company
       Will not be friendly to.
       SUFFOLK
       I wish your Highness
       A quiet night, and my good mistress will
       Remember in my prayers.
       KING
       Charles, good night.
       Exit SUFFOLK
       Enter SIR ANTHONY DENNY
       Well, sir, what follows?
       DENNY
       Sir, I have brought my lord the Archbishop,
       As you commanded me.
       KING
       Ha! Canterbury?
       DENNY
       Ay, my good lord.
       KING
       'Tis true. Where is he, Denny?
       DENNY
       He attends your Highness' pleasure.
       KING
       Bring him to us.
       Exit DENNY
       LOVELL
       [Aside] This is about that which the bishop spake.
       I am happily come hither.
       Re-enter DENNY, With CRANMER
       KING
       Avoid the gallery.
       [LOVELL seems to stay]
       Ha! I have said. Be gone.
       What!
       Exeunt LOVELL and DENNY
       CRANMER
       [Aside] I am fearful-wherefore frowns he thus?
       'Tis his aspect of terror. All's not well.
       KING
       How now, my lord? You do desire to know
       Wherefore I sent for you.
       CRANMER
       [Kneeling] It is my duty
       T'attend your Highness' pleasure.
       KING
       Pray you, arise,
       My good and gracious Lord of Canterbury.
       Come, you and I must walk a turn together;
       I have news to tell you; come, come, me your hand.
       Ah, my good lord, I grieve at what I speak,
       And am right sorry to repeat what follows.
       I have, and most unwillingly, of late
       Heard many grievous-I do say, my lord,
       Grievous-complaints of you; which, being consider'd,
       Have mov'd us and our Council that you shall
       This morning come before us; where I know
       You cannot with such freedom purge yourself
       But that, till further trial in those charges
       Which will require your answer, you must take
       Your patience to you and be well contented
       To make your house our Tow'r. You a brother of us,
       It fits we thus proceed, or else no witness
       Would come against you.
       CRANMER
       I humbly thank your Highness
       And am right glad to catch this good occasion
       Most throughly to be winnowed where my chaff
       And corn shall fly asunder; for I know
       There's none stands under more calumnious tongues
       Than I myself, poor man.
       KING
       Stand up, good Canterbury;
       Thy truth and thy integrity is rooted
       In us, thy friend. Give me thy hand, stand up;
       Prithee let's walk. Now, by my holidame,
       What manner of man are you? My lord, I look'd
       You would have given me your petition that
       I should have ta'en some pains to bring together
       Yourself and your accusers, and to have heard you
       Without indurance further.
       CRANMER
       Most dread liege,
       The good I stand on is my truth and honesty;
       If they shall fail, I with mine enemies
       Will triumph o'er my person; which I weigh not,
       Being of those virtues vacant. I fear nothing
       What can be said against me.
       KING
       Know you not
       How your state stands i' th' world, with the whole world?
       Your enemies are many, and not small; their practices
       Must bear the same proportion; and not ever
       The justice and the truth o' th' question carries
       The due o' th' verdict with it; at what ease
       Might corrupt minds procure knaves as corrupt
       To swear against you? Such things have been done.
       You are potently oppos'd, and with a malice
       Of as great size. Ween you of better luck,
       I mean in perjur'd witness, than your Master,
       Whose minister you are, whiles here He liv'd
       Upon this naughty earth? Go to, go to;
       You take a precipice for no leap of danger,
       And woo your own destruction.
       CRANMER
       God and your Majesty
       Protect mine innocence, or I fall into
       The trap is laid for me!
       KING
       Be of good cheer;
       They shall no more prevail than we give way to.
       Keep comfort to you, and this morning see
       You do appear before them; if they shall chance,
       In charging you with matters, to commit you,
       The best persuasions to the contrary
       Fail not to use, and with what vehemency
       Th' occasion shall instruct you. If entreaties
       Will render you no remedy, this ring
       Deliver them, and your appeal to us
       There make before them. Look, the good man weeps!
       He's honest, on mine honour. God's blest Mother!
       I swear he is true-hearted, and a soul
       None better in my kingdom. Get you gone,
       And do as I have bid you.
       Exit CRANMER
       He has strangled his language in his tears.
       Enter OLD LADY
       GENTLEMAN
       [Within] Come back; what mean you?
       OLD LADY
       I'll not come back; the tidings that I bring
       Will make my boldness manners. Now, good angels
       Fly o'er thy royal head, and shade thy person
       Under their blessed wings!
       KING
       Now, by thy looks
       I guess thy message. Is the Queen deliver'd?
       Say ay, and of a boy.
       OLD LADY
       Ay, ay, my liege;
       And of a lovely boy. The God of Heaven
       Both now and ever bless her! 'Tis a girl,
       Promises boys hereafter. Sir, your queen
       Desires your visitation, and to be
       Acquainted with this stranger; 'tis as like you
       As cherry is to cherry.
       KING
       Lovell!
       Enter LOVELL
       LOVELL
       Sir?
       KING
       Give her an hundred marks. I'll to the Queen.
       Exit
       OLD LADY
       An hundred marks? By this light, I'll ha' more!
       An ordinary groom is for such payment.
       I will have more, or scold it out of him.
       Said I for this the girl was like to him! I'll
       Have more, or else unsay't; and now, while 'tis hot,
       I'll put it to the issue.
       Exeunt
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Dramatis Personae
Prologue.
act i
   Scene 1.
   Scene 2.
   Scene 3.
   Scene 4.
act ii
   Scene 1.
   Scene 2.
   Scene 3.
   Scene 4.
act iii
   Scene 1.
   Scene 2.
act iv
   Scene 1.
   Scene 2.
act v
   Scene 1.
   Scene 2.
   Scene 3.
   Scene 4.
   Scene 5.
Epilogue