ACT V. SCENE I-A Gallery in the Palace. Enter GARDINER, Bishop of Winchester, a Page with a torch before him, met by SIR THOMAS LOVELL. Gar. It's one o'clock, boy, is 't not? Boy. It hath struck. Gar. 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? Lov. Came you from the king, my lord? Gar. I did, sir Thomas; and left him at primero With the duke of Suffolk. Lov. matter? It seems you are in haste; an if there be What's the 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. Lov. 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. Gar. The fruit she goes with, I pray for heartily; that it may find Good time, and live; but for the stock, sir Thomas, VOL. VII. G Lov. Methinks, I could Cry the amen; and yet my conscience says Gar. But, sir, sir,- Lov. a Gar. Insens'd the lords o' the council, that he is That does infect the land: with which they mov'd, a Trade-habitual course, path trodden.-See 'Richard II.,' Act III. Sc. 4. b Broken with-communicated with. So in the Two Gentle men of Verona :' "I am to break with thee of some affairs." He be convented.a He's a rank weed, sir Thomas, vant. As LOVELL is going out, enter the KING, and the K. Hen. Charles, I will play no more to-night; K. Hen. But little, Charles; K. Hen. What say'st thou? ha! To pray for her? what, is she crying out? Lov. So said her woman; and that her sufferance made Almost each pang a death. K. Hen. Alas, good lady! Suf. God safely quit her of her burden, and With gentle travail, to the gladding of Your highness with an heir! K. Hen. "T is midnight, Charles, Prithee to bed; and in thy prayers remember Suf. I wish your highness A quiet night, and my good mistress will Remember in my prayers. a Convented-summoned. K. Hen. [Exit SUFFOLK. Charles, good night. Enter SIR ANTHONY DEnny. Well, sir, what follows? Den. Sir, I have brought my lord the archbishop, As you commanded me. K. Hen. Ha! Canterbury? Den. Ay, my good lord. K. Hen. "T is true: Where is he, Denny? Den. He attends your highness' pleasure. K. Hen. Lov. This is about that which the bishop spake; I am happily come hither. K. Hen. Bring him to us. [Aside. Avoid the gallery. [LOVELL seems to stay. [Exeunt LOVELL and DENNY. Re-enter DENNY, with CRANMER. Ha!-I have said.-Be gone. What! Cran. I am fearful:-Wherefore frowns he thus ? 'T is his aspect of terror. All 's not well. K. Hen. How now, my lord? You do desire to know Wherefore I sent for you. Cran. It is my duty To attend your highness' pleasure. K. Hen. '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, give me your hand. Ah, my good lord, I grieve at what I speak, And am right sorry to repeat what follows: 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 To make your house our Tower: You a brother of us, Would come against you. Cran. I humbly thank your highness; And am right glad to catch this good occasion Most throughly to be winnow'd, where my chaff And corn shall fly asunder: for, I know There's none stands under more calumnious tongues Than I myself, poor man. K. Hen. Stand up, good Canterbury; Thy truth, and thy integrity, is rooted In us, thy friend: Give me thy hand, stand up; Cran. Most dread liege, Will triumph o'er my person; which I weigh not, K. Hen. Know you not How |