It's one a'clock boy, is't not.

It hath struck.

These should be hours for necessities,

5.1.42774Not for delights. Times to repair our nature

5.1.52775With comforting repose, and not for us

5.1.62776To waste these times. Good hour of night, Sir Thomas:

5.1.72777Whither so late?

Came you from the king, my lord?

I did, Sir Thomas, and left him at primero

5.1.102780With the Duke of Suffolk.

I must to him, too,

5.1.122782Before he go to bed. I'll take my leave.

Not yet, Sir Thomas Lovell. What's the matter?

5.1.142784It seems you are in haste, and if there be

5.1.152785No great offence belongs to't, give your friend

5.1.162786Some touch of your late businesse. Affairs that walk,

5.1.172787(As they say spirits do) at midnight, have

5.1.182788In them a wilder nature than the business

5.1.192789That seeks dispatch by day.

My lord, I love you

5.1.212791And durst commend a secret to your ear

5.1.222792Much weightier than this work. The queen's in labor:

5.1.232793They say in great extremity, and feared

5.1.242794She'll with the labor end.

The fruit she goes with

5.1.262796I pray for heartily, that it may find

5.1.272797Good time and live; but for the stock, Sir Thomas,

5.1.282798I wish it grubbed up now.

Methinks I could

5.1.302800Cry thee amen, and yet my conscience says

5.1.312801She's a good creature, and sweet lady does

5.1.322802Deserve our better wishes.

But sir, sir:

5.1.342804Hear me Sir Thomas, y'are a gentleman

5.1.352805Of mine own way. I know you wise, religious,

5.1.362806And let me tell you it will ne'er be well:

5.1.372807'Twill not, Sir Thomas Lovell, take't of me,

5.1.382808Till Cranmer, Cromwell, her two hands, and she

5.1.392809Sleep in their graves.

Now sir, you speak of two

5.1.412811The most remarked i'th'kingdom. As for Cromwell,

5.1.422812Beside that of the Jewel House, is made Master

5.1.432813O'th'Rolls, and the king's Secretary. Further, sir,

5.1.442814Stands in the gap and trade of more preferments

5.1.452815With which the lime will load him. Th'archbishop

5.1.462816Is the king's hand and tongue, and who dare speak

5.1.472817One syllable against him?

Yes, yes, Sir Thomas.

5.1.492819There are that dare, and I myself have ventured

5.1.502820To speak my mind of him; and indeed this day

5.1.512821Sir (I may tell it you), I think I have

5.1.522822Incensed the lords o'th'council, that he is

5.1.532823(For so I know he is, they know he is),

5.1.542824A most arch-heretic, a pestilence

5.1.552825That does infect the land, with which they moved

5.1.562826Have broken with the king who hath so far

5.1.572827Given ear to our complaint of his great grace

5.1.582828And princely care, foreseeing those fell mischiefs,

5.1.592829Our reasons laid before him, hath commanded

5.1.602830Tomorrow morning to the council board

5.1.612831He be convented. He's a rank weed, Sir Thomas,

5.1.622832And we must root him out. From your affairs

5.1.632833I hinder you too long. Good night, Sir Thomas.

Many good nights, my lord, I rest your servant.

Charles, I will play no more tonight.

5.1.662838My mind's not on't; you are too hard for me.

Sir, I did never win of you before.

But little, Charles,

5.1.692841Nor shall not when my fancy's on my play.

5.1.702842Now Lovell, from the queen what is the news.

I could not personally deliver to her

5.1.722844What you commanded me, but by her woman

5.1.732845I sent your message, who returned her thanks

5.1.742846In the great'st humbleness, and desired your highness

5.1.752847Most heartily to pray for her.

What say'st thou, ha?

5.1.772849To pray for her? What, is she crying out?

So said her woman, and that her suffrance made

5.1.792851Almost each pang a death.

Alas, good Lady.

God safely quit her of her burthen, and

5.1.822854With gentle travail, to the gladding of

5.1.832855Your highness with an heir.

'Tis midnight, Charles.

5.1.852857Prithee to bed, and in thy prayers remember

5.1.862858Th'estate of my poor queen. Leave me alone,

5.1.872859For I must think of that which company

5.1.882860Would not be friendly to.

I wish your highness

5.1.902862A quiet night and my good mistress will

5.1.912863Remember in my prayers.

Charles, good night.

5.1.932865Well sir, what follows?

Sir, I have brought my lord the archbishop

5.1.952868As you commanded me.

Ha? Canterbury?

Aye, my good lord.

'Tis true. Where is he Denny?

He attends your highness' pleasure.

Bring him to us.

This is about that which the bishop spake,

5.1.1022875I am happily come hither.

Avoid the gallery.

5.1.1042878Ha? I have said. Be gone.

2879What?

I am fearful. Wherefore frowns he thus?

5.1.1062881'Tis his aspect of terror. All's not well.

How now,my lord?

5.1.1082883You do desire to know wherefore

5.1.1092884I sent for you.

It is my duty

5.1.1112886T'attend your highness' pleasure.

Pray you arise,

5.1.1132888My good and gracious lord of Canterbury.

5.1.1142889Come, you and I must walk a turn together;

5.1.1152890I have news to tell you.

5.1.1162891Come, come, give me your hand.

5.1.1172892Ah my good lord, I grieve at what I speak,

5.1.1182893And am right sorry to repeat what follows.

5.1.1192894I have, and most unwillingly, of late

5.1.1202895Heard many grievous - I do say, my lord

5.1.1212896Grievous complaints of you, which being considered,

5.1.1222897Have moved us and our council, that you shall

5.1.1232898This morning come before us, where I know

5.1.1242899You cannot with such freedom purge yourself,

5.1.1252900But that till further trial, in those charges

5.1.1262901Which will require your answer, you must take

5.1.1272902Your patience to you and be well contented

5.1.1282903To make your house our Tower. You, a brother of us,

5.1.1292904It fits we thus proceed, or else no witness

5.1.1302905Would come against you.

I humbly thank your highness,

5.1.1322907And am right glad to catch this good occasion

5.1.1332908Most throughly to be winnowed, where my chaff

5.1.1342909And corn shall fly asunder. For I know

5.1.1352910There's none stands under more calumnious tongues,

5.1.1362911Than I myself, poor man.

Stand up, good Canterbury,

5.1.1382913Thy truth and thy integrity is rooted

5.1.1392914In us thy friend. Give me thy hand, stand up.

5.1.1402915Prithee, let's walk. Now by my holydame,

5.1.1412916What manner of man are you? My lord, I looked

5.1.1422917You would have given me your petition, that

5.1.1432918I should have ta'en some pains to bring together

5.1.1442919Yourself and your accusers, and to have heard you

5.1.1452920Without endurance further.

Most dread liege,

5.1.1472922The good I stand on is my truth and honesty.

5.1.1482923If they shall fail, aye with mine enemies

5.1.1492924Will triumph o'er my person, which I weigh not,

5.1.1502925Being of those virtues vacant. I fear nothing

5.1.1512926What can be said against me.

Know you not

5.1.1532928How your state stands i'th'world, with the whole world?

5.1.1542929Your enemies are many and not small; their practices

5.1.1552930Must bear the same proportion and not ever

5.1.1562931The justice and the truth o'th'question carries

5.1.1572932The dew o'th'verdict with it. At what ease

5.1.1582933Might corrupt minds procure knaves as corrupt

5.1.1592934To swear against you? Such things have been done.

5.1.1602935You are potently opposed, and with a malice

5.1.1612936Of as great size. Ween you of better luck,

5.1.1622937I mean in perjured witness, then your master,

5.1.1632938Whose minister you are while here he lived

5.1.1642939Upon this naughty earth. Go to, go to,

5.1.1652940You take a precepit for no leap of danger,

5.1.1662941And woe your own destruction.

God and your majesty

5.1.1682943Protect mine innocence, or I fall into

5.1.1692944The trap is laid for me.

Be of good cheer.

5.1.1712946They shall no more prevail than we give way to.

5.1.1722947Keep comfort to you, and this morning see

5.1.1732948You do appear before them. If they shall chance

5.1.1742949In charging you with matters to commit you,

5.1.1752950The best persuasions to the contrary

5.1.1762951Fail not to use, and with what vehemency

5.1.1772952Th'occasion shall instruct you. If entreaties

5.1.1782953Will render you no remedy, this ring

5.1.1792954Deliver them and your appeal to us

5.1.1802955There make before them. [Aside] Look, the good man weeps.

5.1.1812956He's honest, on mine honor. Gods blessed mother,

5.1.1822957I swear he is true-hearted, and a soul

5.1.1832958None better in my kingdom. [To Cranmer] Get you gone,

2959And do as I have bid you.

5.1.1842960He has strangled his language in his tears.

Come back. What mean you?

I'll not come back. The tidings that I bring

5.1.1872964Will make my boldness manners. Now good angels

5.1.1882965Fly o'er thy royal head, and shade thy person

5.1.1892966Under their blessed wings.

Now, by thy looks

5.1.1912968I guess thy message. Is the queen delivered?

5.1.1922969Say aye, and of a boy.

Aye, aye my liege,

5.1.1942971And of a lovely boy. The god of heaven

5.1.1952972Both now and ever bless her. 'Tis a girl

5.1.1962973Promises boys heereafter. Sir, your queen

5.1.1972974Desires your visitation and to be

5.1.1982975Acquainted with this stranger. 'Tis as like you

5.1.1992976As cherry is to cherry.

Lovell.

Sir.

Give her an hundred marks.

2980I'll to the queen.

An hundred marks? By this light I'll ha' more.

5.1.2042982An ordinary groom is for such payment.

5.1.2052983I will have more, or scold it out of him.

5.1.2062984Said I for this, the girl was like to him? I'll

5.1.2072985Have more, or else unsay't: and now, while 'tis hot,

2986I'll put it to the issue.