2771Gard. It's one a clocke Boy, is't not.

2772Boy. It hath strooke.

2773Gard. These should be houres for necessities,

2774Not for delights: Times to repayre our Nature

2775With comforting repose, and not for vs

2776To waste these times. Good houre of night Sir Thomas:

2777Whether so late?

2778Lou. Came you from the King, my Lord?

2779Gar. I did Sir Thomas, and left him at Primero

2780With the Duke of Suffolke.

2781Lou. I must to him too

2782Before he go to bed. Ile take my leaue.

2783Gard. Not yet Sir Thomas Louell: what's the matter?

2784It seemes you are in hast: and if there be

2785No great offence belongs too't, giue your Friend

2786Some touch of your late businesse: Affaires that walke

2787(As they say Spirits do) at midnight, haue

2788In them a wilder Nature, then the businesse

2789That seekes dispatch by day.

2790Lou. My Lord, I loue you;

2791And durst commend a secret to your eare

2792Much waightier then this worke. The Queens in Labor

2793They say in great Extremity, and fear'd

2794Shee'l with the Labour, end.

2795Gard. The fruite she goes with

2796I pray for heartily, that it may finde

2797Good time, and liue: but for the Stocke Sir Thomas,

2798I wish it grubb'd vp now.

2799Lou. Me thinkes I could

2800Cry the Amen, and yet my Conscience sayes

2801Shee's a good Creature, and sweet-Ladie do's

2802Deserue our better wishes.

2803Gard. But Sir, Sir,

2804Heare me Sir Thomas, y'are a Gentleman

2805Of mine owne way. I know you Wise, Religious,

2806And let me tell you, it will ne're be well,

2807'Twill not Sir Thomas Louell, tak't of me,

2808Till Cranmer, Cromwel, her two hands, and shee

2809Sleepe in their Graues.

2810Louell. Now Sir, you speake of two

2811The most remark'd i'th'Kingdome: as for Cromwell,

2812Beside that of the Iewell-House, is made Master

2813O'th'Rolles, and the Kings Secretary. Further Sir,

2814Stands in the gap and Trade of moe Preferments,

2815With which the Lime will loade him. Th'Archbyshop

2816Is the Kings hand, and tongue, and who dare speak

2817One syllable against him?

2818Gard. Yes, yes, Sir Thomas,

2819There are that Dare, and I my selfe haue ventur'd

2820To speake my minde of him: and indeed this day,

2821Sir (I may tell it you) I thinke I haue

2822Incenst the Lords o'th'Councell, that he is

2823(For so I know he is, they know he is)

2824A most Arch-Heretique, a Pestilence

2825That does infect the Land: with which, they moued

2826Haue broken with the King, who hath so farre

2827Giuen eare to our Complaint, of his great Grace,

2828And Princely Care, fore-seeing those fell Mischiefes,

2829Our Reasons layd before him, hath commanded

2830To morrow Morning to the Councell Boord

2831He be conuented. He's a ranke weed Sir Thomas,

2832And we must root him out. From your Affaires

2833I hinder you too long: Good night, Sir Thomas.

2835Lou. Many good nights, my Lord, I rest your seruant.

2837King. Charles, I will play no more to night,

2838My mindes not on't, you are too hard for me.

2839Suff. Sir, I did neuer win of you before.

2840King. But little Charles,

2841Nor shall not when my Fancies on my play.

2842Now Louel, from the Queene what is the Newes.

2843Lou. I could not personally deliuer to her

2844What you commanded me, but by her woman,

2845I sent your Message, who return'd her thankes

2846In the great'st humblenesse, and desir'd your Highnesse

2847Most heartily to pray for her.

2848King. What say'st thou? Ha?

2849To pray for her? What, is she crying out?

2850Lou. So said her woman, and that her suffrance made

2851Almost each pang, a death.

2852King. Alas good Lady.

2853Suf. God safely quit her of her Burthen, and

2854With gentle Trauaile, to the gladding of

2855Your Highnesse with an Heire.

2856King. 'Tis midnight Charles,

2857Prythee to bed, and in thy Prayres remember

2858Th'estate of my poore Queene. Leaue me alone,

2859For I must thinke of that, which company

2860Would not be friendly too.

2861Suf. I wish your Highnesse

2862A quiet night, and my good Mistris will

2863Remember in my Prayers.

2865Well Sir, what followes?

2867Den. Sir, I haue brought my Lord the Arch-byshop,

2868As you commanded me.

2869King. Ha? Canterbury?

2870Den. I my good Lord.

2871King. 'Tis true: where is he Denny?

2872Den. He attends your Highnesse pleasure.

2873King. Bring him to Vs.

2874Lou. This is about that, which the Byshop spake,

2875I am happily come hither.

2878Ha? I haue said. Be gone.

2880Cran. I am fearefull: Wherefore frownes he thus?

2881'Tis his Aspect of Terror. All's not well.

2882King. How now my Lord?

2883You do desire to know wherefore

2884I sent for you.

2885Cran. It is my dutie

2886T'attend your Highnesse pleasure.

2887King. Pray you arise

2888My good and gracious Lord of Canterburie:

2889Come, you and I must walke a turne together:

2890I haue Newes to tell you.

2891Come, come, giue me your hand.

2892Ah my good Lord, I greeue at what I speake,

2893And am right sorrie to repeat what followes.

2894I haue, and most vnwillingly of late