3149All. We are.

3150Cran. Is there no other way of mercy,

3151But I must needs to th'Tower my Lords?

3152Gard. What other,

3153Would you expect? You are strangely troublesome:

3154Let some o'th'Guard be ready there.

3156Cran. For me?

3157Must I goe like a Traytor thither?

3158Gard. Receiue him,

3159And see him safe i'th'Tower.

3160Cran. Stay good my Lords,

3161I haue a little yet to say. Looke there my Lords,

3162By vertue of that Ring, I take my cause

3163Out of the gripes of cruell men, and giue it

3164To a most Noble Iudge, the King my Maister.

3165Cham. This is the Kings Ring.

3166Sur. 'Tis no counterfeit.

3167Suff. 'Ts the right Ring, by Heau'n: I told ye all,

3168When we first put this dangerous stone a rowling,

3169'Twold fall vpon our selues.

3170Norf. Doe you thinke my Lords

3171The King will suffer but the little finger

3172Of this man to be vex'd?

3173Cham. Tis now too certaine;

3174How much more is his Life in value with him?

3175Would I were fairely out on't.

3176Crom. My mind gaue me,

3177In seeking tales and Informations

3178Against this man, whose honesty the Diuell

3179And his Disciples onely enuy at,

3180Ye blew the fire that burnes ye: now haue at ye.

3182Gard. Dread Soueraigne,

3183How much are we bound to Heauen,

3184In dayly thankes; that gaue vs such a Prince;

3185Not onely good and wise, but most religious:

3186One that in all obedience, makes the Church

3187The cheefe ayme of his Honour, and to strengthen

3188That holy duty out of deare respect,

3189His Royall selfe in Iudgement comes to heare

3190The cause betwixt her, and this great offender.

3191Kin. You were euer good at sodaine Commendations,

3192Bishop of Winchester. But know I come not

3193To heare such flattery now, and in my presence

3194They are too thin, and base to hide offences,

3195To me you cannot reach. You play the Spaniell,

3196And thinke with wagging of your tongue to win me:

3197But whatsoere thou tak'st me for; I'm sure

3198Thou hast a cruell Nature and a bloody.

3199Good man sit downe: Now let me see the proudest

3200Hee, that dares most, but wag his finger at thee.

3201By all that's holy, he had better starue,

3202Then but once thinke his place becomes thee not.

3203Sur. May it please your Grace; ---

3204Kin. No Sir, it doe's not please me,

3205I had thought, I had had men of some vnderstanding,

3206And wisedome of my Councell; but I finde none:

3207Was it discretion Lords, to let this man,

3208This good man (few of you deserue that Title)

3209This honest man, wait like a lowsie Foot-boy

3210At Chamber dore? and one, as great as you are?

3211Why, what a shame was this? Did my Commission

3212Bid ye so farre forget your selues? I gaue ye

3213Power, as he was a Counsellour to try him,

3214Not as a Groome: There's some of ye, I see,

3215More out of Malice then Integrity,

3216Would trye him to the vtmost, had ye meane,

3217Which ye shall neuer haue while I liue.

3218Chan. Thus farre

3219My most dread Soueraigne, may it like your Grace,

3220To let my tongue excuse all. What was purpos'd

3221Concerning his Imprisonment, was rather

3222(If there be faith in men) meant for his Tryall,

3223And faire purgation to the world then malice,

3224I'm sure in me.

3225Kin. Well, well my Lords respect him,

3226Take him, and vse him well; hee's worthy of it.

3227I will say thus much for him, if a Prince

3228May be beholding to a Subiect; I

3229Am for his loue and seruice, so to him.

3230Make me no more adoe, but all embrace him;

3231Be friends for shame my Lords: My Lord of Canterbury

3232I haue a Suite which you must not deny mee.

3233That is, a faire young Maid that yet wants Baptisme,

3234You must be Godfather, and answere for her.

3235Cran. The greatest Monarch now aliue may glory

3236In such an honour: how may I deserue it,

3237That am a poore and humble Subiect to you?

3238Kin. Come, come my Lord, you'd spare your spoones;

3239You shall haue two noble Partners with you: the old

3240Duchesse of Norfolke, and Lady Marquesse Dorset? will

3241these please you?

3242Once more my Lord of Winchester, I charge you

3243Embrace, and loue this man.

3244Gard. With a true heart,

3245And Brother; loue I doe it.

3246Cran. And let Heauen

3247Witnesse how deare, I hold this Confirmation.

3249The common voyce I see is verified

3250Of thee, which sayes thus: Doe my Lord of Canterbury

3251A shrewd turne, and hee's your friend for euer:

3252Come Lords, we trifle time away: I long

3253To haue this young one made a Christian.

3254As I haue made ye one Lords, one remaine:

3259Port. You'l leaue your noyse anon ye Rascals: doe

3260you take the Court for Parish Garden: ye rude Slaues,

3261leaue your gaping.

3262Within. Good M. Porter I belong to th'Larder.

3263Port. Belong to th'Gallowes, and be hang'd ye Rogue:

3264Is this a place to roare in? Fetch me a dozen Crab-tree

3265staues, and strong ones; these are but switches to 'em:

3266Ile scratch your heads; you must be seeing Christenings?

3267Do you looke for Ale, and Cakes heere, you rude

3268Raskalls?

3269Man. Pray Sir be patient; 'tis as much impossible,

3270Vnlesse wee sweepe 'em from the dore with Cannons,

3271To scatter 'em, as 'tis to make 'em sleepe

3272On May-day Morning, which will neuer be:

3273We may as well push against Powles as stirre 'em.

3274Por. How got they in, and be hang'd?