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 burden, and With gentle travail, to the gladding of Your highness with an heir! K. Hen. 'Tis midnight, Charles, Pr'ythee, 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. [Exit Suffolk. Enter Sir Anthony Denny. Well, sir, what follows? Den. Sir, I have brought my lord the archbishop, Lov. This is about that which the bishop spake; I am happily come hither. [Aside. Cran. I am fearful:-Wherefore frowns he thus? 'Tis his aspect of terror. All's not well. K. Hen. How now, my lord? You do desire to My good and gracious lord of Canterbury. I have news to tell you: Come, come, give me your hand. Ah, my good lord, I grieve at what I speak, Grievous complaints of you; which, being consider'd, Have mov'd'us and our council, that you shall us, It fits we thus proceed, or else no witness Cran. I humbly thank your highness; And am right glad to catch this good occasion Most throughly to be winnow'd, where my chaff And corn shall fly asunder: for, I know, There's none stands under more calumnious tongues, Than I myself, poor man. K. Hen. Stand up, good Canterbury; Thy truth, and thy integrity, is rooted In us, thy friend: Give me thy hand, stand up; Cran. Most dread liege, The good I stand on is my truth, and honesty; If they shall fail, I, with mine enemies, Will triumph o'er my person; which I weigh not, Being of those virtues vacant. 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? Are many, and not small; their practices. You are potently oppos'd; and with a malice. Cran. God, and your majesty, Protect mine innocence, or I fall into The trap is laid for me! K. Hen. Be of good cheer; They shall no more prevail, than we give way to. Fail not to use, and with what vehemency Deliver them, and your appeal to us There make before them.-Look, the good man weeps! He's honest, on mine honour. God's blest mother! I swear, he is true-hearted; and a soul None better in my kingdom.-Get you gone, And do as I have bid you.-[Exit Cranmer.] He has strangled His language in his tears. Enter an old Lady. Gent. [Within.] Come back; What mean you? Will make my boldness manners.-Now, good an gels Fly o'er thy royal head, and shade thy person K. Hen. Now, by thy looks I guess thy message. Is the queen deliver❜d? Say, ay; and of a boy. Lady. Ay, ay, my liege; And of a lovely boy: The God of heaven Acquainted with this stranger; 'tis as like you, K. Hen. Give her an hundred marks. I'll to the queen. [Exit King. Lady. An hundred marks! By this light, I'll have more. An ordinary groom is for such payment. [Exeunt. |