(As, they say, spirits do,) at midnight, have In them a wilder nature, than the business That seeks despatch by day. Lov. My lord, I love you; And durst commend a secret to your ear Much weightier than this work. The queen's They say, in great extremity; and fear'd, Gar. The fruit she goes with, I pray for heartily; that it may find Good time, and live: but for the stock, I wish it grubb'd up now. Lov. Methinks, I could Cry the amen; and yet my conscience says Gar. But, Sir, Sir, K. Hen. What say'st thou ? haf Almost each pang a death. K. Hen. Alas, good lady! Suf. God safely quit her of her burden, and K. Hen. 'Tis midnight, Charles, Pr'ythee, to bed; and in thy prayers remember ments, With which the time will load him: The archbishop Is the king's hand, and tongue; And who dare speak One syllable against him? Gar. Yes, yes, Sir Thomas, There are that dare; and I myself have ventur'd To speak my mind of him: and, indeed, this Sir, (I may tell it you,) I think I have That does infect the land: with which they Have broken + with the king; who hath so far Our reasons laid before him,) he hath To-morrow morning to the council-board com And we must root him out. From your affairs Suf. I wish your highness A quiet night, and my good mistress will K. Hen. Charles, good night. [Exit SUFFOLK. Wherefore I sent for you. Cran. It is my duty, To attend your highness' pleasure. My good and gracious lord of Canterbury. Ah! my good lord, I grieve at what I speak, Sir Have mov'd us, and our council, that you shall [Exeunt GARDINER and PAGE. As LOVELL is going out, enter the KING, and the Duke of SUFFOLK. K. Hen. Charles, I will play no more to- My mind's not on't, you are too hard for me. Lov. I could not personally deliver to her Most heartily to pray for her. Cran. I humbly thank your highness: Than I myself, poor man. K. Hen. Stand up, good Canterbury; look'd You would have given me your petition, that One of the council. Yourself and your accusers; and to have heard | Said I for this, the girl is like to him! done. You are potently oppos'd; and with a malice Cran. God and your majesty Protect mine innocence, or I fall into K. Hen. Be of good cheer; They shall no more prevail, than we give way you? 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 K. Hen. Now, by thy looks I guess thy message. Is the queen deliver'd ? Say, ay; and of a boy. Lady. Ay, ay, my liege; And of a lovely boy: The God of heaven Acquainted with this stranger; 'tis as like you, K. Hen. Lovell, I will have more, or else unsay't; and now While it is hot I'll put it to the issue. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-Lobby before the Council- Enter CRANMER; SERVANTS, DOOR-KEEPER, &c. attending. Cran. I hope I am not too late; and yet the gentleman, That was sent to me from the council, pray'd mie To make great haste. All fast? what means this ?-Hoa ! Who waits there ?-Sure, you know me ? But yet I cannot help you. Cran. Why? D. Keep. Your grace must wait, till you be call'd for. This is of purpose laid by some that hate me, (God turn their hearts! I never sought their malice,) To quench mine honour: they would shame to make me Wait else at door; a fellow counsellor, pleasures But their Must be fulfill'd, and I attend with patience. Enter at a window above, the KING and BUTTS. Butts. I'll show your grace the strangest sight, K. Hen. What's that, Butts? Butts. I think, your highness saw this many a day. K. Hen. Body o'me, where is it? The high promotion of his grace of Canterbury; Who holds his state at door, 'mongst pursuiPages, and footboys. vants, K. Hen. Ha! 'Tis he, indeed: Is this the honour they do one another? 'Tis well, there's one above them yet. I had Enter the Lord CHANCELLOR, the Duke of SUFFOLK, Earl of SURREY, Lord CHAMBERLAIN, GARDINER, and CROMWELL. The Chancellor places himself at the upper end of the table on the left hand; a seat being left void above him, as for the Archbishop of CANTERBURY. The rest seat themselves in order on each side. CROмWELL at the lower end, as secretary. Chan. Speak to the business, master secretary: Why are we met in council? D. Keep. My lord archbishop; I shall both find your lordship judge and juror, 'Tis my undoing: Love, and meekness, lord, And bas done half an hour, to know your plea- But reverence to your calling makes me mo sures. Chan. Let him come in. D. Keep. Your grace may enter now. sorry To sit here at this present, and behold Of our flesh, few are angels: out of which And want of wisdom, you, that best should Have misdemean'd yourself, and not a little, (For so we are inform'd,) with new opinions, Gar. Which reformation must be sudden too, My noble lords: for those, that tame wild horses, Pace them not in their hands to make them gentle; dest. Gar. My lord, my lord, you are a sectary, That's the plain truth; your painted gloss discovers, To men that understand you, words and weak Dess. Crom. My lord of Winchester, you are a lit tle, By your good favour, too sharp; men so noble Gar. Good master secretary, I cry your honour mercy; you may, worst Crom. Why, my lord? Gar. Do not I know you for a favourer Gar. Not sound, I say. Crom. 'Would you were half so honest ! Men's prayers then would seek you, not their Gar. I shall remember this bold language. But stop their mouths with stubborn bits, and Remember your bold life too. spur them, Till they obey the manage. If we suffer (Out of our easiness, and childish pity To one man's honour) this contagious sick ness, Farewell, all physic: And what follows then? Chan. This is too much; Crom. And 1. Chan. Then thus for you, my lord,—It stands agreed, I take it, by all voices, that forthwith Of the whole state: as, of late days, our neigh-You be convey'd to the Tower a prisoner; bours, The upper Germany, can dearly witness, Cran. My good lords, hitherto, in all the Both of my life and office, I have labour'd, Dare bite the best. I do beseech your lord Be what they will, may stand forth face to face, To a most noble judge, the king my master. And freely urge against me. 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 Cham. 'Tis now too certain : How much more is his life in value with him t 'Would I were fairly out on't. Crom. My mind gave me, In seeking tales and informations Ye blew the file 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 sence; They are too thin and base to hide offences. me; But, whatsoe'er thou tak'st me for, I am sure, Now let He, that dares most, but wag his finger at thee: By all that's holy, he had better starve, Than but once think his place becomes not. Sur. May it please your grace, SCENE III.-The Palace Yard. 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. + [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 theee 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? K. Hen. No, Sir, it does not please me. And wisdom of my council; but I find none. are ? Why, what a shame was this? Did my com mission Port. How got they in, and be hang'd? Port. You did nothing, Sir. Man. I am not Samson, nor Sir Guy, nor Colbrand, to mow them down before me : either young or old, he or she, cuckold or but if I spared any, that had a bead to hit, pur-cuckold-maker, let me never hope to see a chine again; and that I would not for a cow, God save her. My most dread sovereign, may it like your grace To let my tongue excuse all. What was pos'd Concerning his imprisonment, was rather 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 I have a suit which you must not deny me; 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 duchess of Norfolk, And lady marquis Dorset; Will these please [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 toge ther. 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 firedrake 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 It was an ancient custom for sponsors to present giant. spoons to their god-children. Flourish. Enter KING, and Train. Cran. [Kneeling.] And to your royal grace, and the good queen, miss'd the meteor once, and bit 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 is 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. Cham. Mercy o'me, what a multitude are here! They grow still too, from all parts they coming, are As if we kept a fair here ! Where are these porters, My noble partners and myself thus pray :-All comfort, joy, in this most gracious lady, Heaven ever laid up to make parents happy, May hourly fall upon ye! K. Hen. Thank you, good lord archbishop. What is her name ? Cran. Elizabeth. K. Hen. Stand up, lord. [The KING kisses the child. With this kiss take my blessing: God protect thee! Into whose hands I give thy life. K. Hen. My noble gossips, ye have been too prodigal : I thank ye heartily; so shall this lady, For heaven now bids me; and the words I utter Let none think flattery, for they'll find them truth. This royal infant, (heaven still move about her!) Though in her cradle, yet now promises These lazy knaves ?-Ye have made a fine hand, Upon this land a thousand thousand blessings, fellows. There's a trim rabble let in: Are all these Your faithful friends o'the suburbs? We shall have Great store of room, no doubt, left for the ladies, When they pass back from the christening. We are but men; and what so many may do, Cham. As I live, If the king blame me for't, I'll lay ye all And here ye lie baiting of bumbards, when They are come already from the christening: Port. Make way there for the princess. Port. You i'the camblet, get up o'the rail; I'll pick you o'er the pales else. [Exeunt. SCENE IV.-The Palace. ¶ 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 standing-bowls for the christening gifts; then four Noblemen bearing a canopy, under which the Duchess of NORFOLK, godmother, bearing the child richly habited in a mantle, &c. Train borne by a Lady; then follows the Marchioness of DORSET, the other godmother, and Ladies. The Troop pass once about the stage, and GARTER speaks. Gart. Heaven from thy endless goodness, send prosperous life, long, and ever happy, to the high and mighty princess of England, Elizabeth!* • The brazier. + Place of confinement. A desert of whipping. Black leather vessels to hold beer. Pitch. At Greenwich. These are the actual words used at Elizabeth's christening. And by those claim their greatness, not by blood. [Nor shall this peace sleep with her: But as when The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phenix, Her ashes new create another heir, As great in admiration as herself; So shall she leave her blessedness to one, (When heaven shall call her from this cloud of darkness,) Who, from the sacred ashes of her honour, Shall star-like rise, as great in fame as she And so stand fix'd: Peace, plenty, love, truth, terror, was, That were the servants to this chosen infant, ches To all the plains about him :-Our children's children Shall see this, and bless heaven. K. Hen. Thou speakest wonders.] Cran. She shall be, to the happiness of Eag [land, These lines to the interruption by the king seem to have been inserted at a subsequent period. |