Out of this world: tell him, in death I bless'd him, [Exeunt, leading KATHARINE ACT V. SCENE I.-A Gallery in the Palace. Enter GARDINER, Bishop of Winchester, a Page with a torch before him. 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. GAR. I did, sir Thomas; and left him at primero With the duke of Suffolk. Lov. I must to him too, Before he go to bed. I'll take my leave. GAR. 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. 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, Lov. GAR. Lov. GAR. 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 Insens'd the lords o' the 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, mov'd, Given ear to our complaint, (of his great grace I hinder you too long: good night, sir Thomas. K. HEN. Charles, I will play no more to-night; Nor shall not, when my fancy's on my play.- 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 burthen, 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 The estate of my poor queen. Leave me alone; For I must think of that which company Will not be friendly to. SUF. I wish your highness A quiet night, and my good mistress will K. HEN. Charles, good night. [Exeunt SUFT. Enter SIR ANTHONY DENNY. Well, sir, what follows? DEN. Sir, I have brought my lord the archbishop, As you commanded me. DEN. He attends your highness' pleasure. I am happily come hither. K. HEN. "T is true: Where is he, Denny? Bring him to us. [Exit DENNY. [Aside. Avoid the gallery. [LOVELL seems to stay. [Exeunt LOVELL and DENNY. All's not well. 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. K. HEN. How now, my lord? You do desire to know Wherefore I sent for you. CRAN. It is my duty 'Pray you, arise, To attend your highness' pleasure. K. HEN. 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. Grievous complaints of you; which, being considered, Have mov❜d us and our council, that you shall Would come against you. CRAN. I humbly thank your highness; And am right glad to catch this good occasion Most thoroughly to be winnow'd, where my chaff There's none stands under more calumnious tongues K. HEN. Stand up, good Canterbury; In us thy friend: Give me thy hand, stand up; CRAN. Most dread liege, The good I stand on is my truth and honesty; Will triumph o'er my person; which I weigh not, What can be said against me. K. HEN. I fear nothing Know you not How your state stands i' the world, with the whole world? The justice and the truth o' the question carries CRAN. |