3018Butts. I thinke your Highnesse saw this many a day.

3019Kin. Body a me: where is it?

3020Butts. There my Lord:

3021The high promotion of his Grace of Canterbury,

3022Who holds his State at dore 'mongst Purseuants,

3023Pages, and Foot-boyes.

3024Kin. Ha? 'Tis he indeed.

3025Is this the Honour they doe one another?

3026'Tis well there's one aboue 'em yet; I had thought

3027They had parted so much honesty among 'em,

3028At least good manners; as not thus to suffer

3029A man of his Place, and so neere our fauour

3030To dance attendance on their Lordships pleasures,

3031And at the dore too, like a Post with Packets:

3032By holy Mary (Butts) there's knauery;

3033Let 'em alone, and draw the Curtaine close:

3034We shall heare more anon.

3042Chan. Speake to the businesse, M. Secretary;

3043Why are we met in Councell?

3044Crom. Please your Honours,

3045The chiefe cause concernes his Grace of Canterbury.

3046Gard. Ha's he had knowledge of it?

3047Crom. Yes.

3048Norf. Who waits there?

3049Keep. Without my Noble Lords?

3050Gard. Yes.

3051Keep. My Lord Archbishop:

3052And ha's done halfe an houre to know your pleasures.

3053Chan. Let him come in.

3054Keep. Your Grace may enter now.

3056Chan. My good Lord Archbishop, I'm very sorry

3057To sit heere at this present, and behold

3058That Chayre stand empty: But we all are men

3059In our owne natures fraile, and capable

3060Of our flesh, few are Angels; out of which frailty

3061And want of wisedome, you that best should teach vs,

3062Haue misdemean'd your selfe, and not a little:

3063Toward the King first, then his Lawes, in filling

3064The whole Realme, by your teaching & your Chaplaines

3065(For so we are inform'd) with new opinions,

3066Diuers and dangerous; which are Heresies;

3067And not reform'd, may proue pernicious.

3068Gard. Which Reformation must be sodaine too

3069My Noble Lords; for those that tame wild Horses,

3070Pace 'em not in their hands to make 'em gentle;

3071But stop their mouthes with stubborn Bits & spurre 'em,

3072Till they obey the mannage. If we suffer

3073Out of our easinesse and childish pitty

3074To one mans Honour, this contagious sicknesse;

3075Farewell all Physicke: and what followes then?

3076Commotions, vprores, with a generall Taint

3077Of the whole State; as of late dayes our neighbours,

3078The vpper Germany can deerely witnesse:

3079Yet freshly pittied in our memories.

3080Cran. My good Lords; Hitherto, in all the Progresse

3081Both of my Life and Office, I haue labour'd,

3082And with no little study, that my teaching

3083And the strong course of my Authority,

3084Might goe one way, and safely; and the end

3085Was euer to doe well: nor is there liuing,

3086(I speake it with a single heart, my Lords)

3087A man that more detests, more stirres against,

3088Both in his priuate Conscience, and his place,

3089Defacers of a publique peace then I doe:

3090Pray Heauen the King may neuer find a heart

3091With lesse Allegeance in it. Men that make

3092Enuy, and crooked malice, nourishment;

3093Dare bite the best. I doe beseech your, Lordships,

3094That in this case of Iustice, my Accusers,

3095Be what they will, may stand forth face to face,

3096And freely vrge against me.

3097Suff. Nay, my Lord,

3098That cannot be; you are a Counsellor,

3099And by that vertue no man dare accuse you.

3101We will be short with you. 'Tis his Highnesse pleasure

3102And our consent, for better tryall of you,

3103From hence you be committed to the Tower,

3104Where being but a priuate man againe,

3105You shall know many dare accuse you boldly,

3106More then (I feare) you are prouided for.

3107Cran. Ah my good Lord of Winchester: I thanke you,

3108You are alwayes my good Friend, if your will passe,

3109I shall both finde your Lordship, Iudge and Iuror,

3110You are so mercifull. I see your end,

3111'Tis my vndoing. Loue and meekenesse, Lord

3112Become a Churchman, better then Ambition:

3113Win straying Soules with modesty againe,

3114Cast none away: That I shall cleere my selfe,

3115Lay all the weight ye can vpon my patience,

3116I make as little doubt as you doe conscience,

3117In doing dayly wrongs. I could say more,

3118But reuerence to your calling, makes me modest.

3119Gard. My Lord, my Lord, you are a Sectary,

3120That's the plaine truth; your painted glosse discouers

3121To men that vnderstand you, words and weaknesse.

3122Crom. My Lord of Winchester, y'are a little,

3123By your good fauour, too sharpe; Men so Noble,

3124How euer faultly, yet should finde respect

3125For what they haue beene: 'tis a cruelty,

3126To load a falling man.

3127Gard. Good M. Secretary,

3128I cry your Honour mercie; you may worst

3129Of all this Table say so.

3130Crom. Why my Lord?

3131Gard. Doe not I know you for a Fauourer

3132Of this new Sect? ye are not sound.

3133Crom. Not sound?

3134Gard. Not sound I say.

3135Crom. Would you were halfe so honest:

3136Mens prayers then would seeke you, not their feares.

3137Gard. I shall remember this bold Language.

3138Crom. Doe.

3139Remember your bold life too.

3140Cham. This is too much;

3141Forbeare for shame my Lords.

3142Gard. I haue done.

3143Crom. And I.

3144Cham. Then thus for you my Lord, it stands agreed

3145I take it, by all voyces: That forthwith,

3146You be conuaid to th'Tower a Prisoner;

3147There to remaine till the Kings further pleasure

3148Be knowne vnto vs: are you all agreed Lords.