Enter KEEPER
KEEPER. Yes, my lord; But yet I cannot help you.
CRANMER. Why?
KEEPER. Your Grace must wait till you be call"d for.
Enter DOCTOR b.u.t.tS
CRANMER. So.
b.u.t.tS. [Aside] This is a piece of malice. I am glad I came this way so happily; the King Shall understand it presently. Exit CRANMER. [Aside] "Tis b.u.t.ts, The King"s physician; as he pa.s.s"d along, How earnestly he cast his eyes upon me!
Pray heaven he sound not my disgrace! For certain, This is of purpose laid by some that hate me- G.o.d turn their hearts! I never sought their malice- To quench mine honour; they would shame to make me Wait else at door, a fellow councillor, "Mong boys, grooms, and lackeys. But their pleasures Must be fulfill"d, and I attend with patience.
Enter the KING and b.u.t.tS at window above
b.u.t.tS. I"ll show your Grace the strangest sight- KING. What"s that, b.u.t.ts?
b.u.t.tS. I think your Highness saw this many a day.
KING. Body a me, where is it?
b.u.t.tS. There my lord: The high promotion of his Grace of Canterbury; Who holds his state at door, "mongst pursuivants, Pages, and footboys.
KING. Ha, "tis he indeed.
Is this the honour they do one another?
"Tis well there"s one above "em yet. I had thought They had parted so much honesty among "em- At least good manners-as not thus to suffer A man of his place, and so near our favour, To dance attendance on their lordships" pleasures, And at the door too, like a post with packets.
By holy Mary, b.u.t.ts, there"s knavery!
Let "em alone, and draw the curtain close; We shall hear more anon. Exeunt
ACT V. SCENE 3.
The Council Chamber
A Council table brought in, with chairs and stools, and placed under the state. Enter LORD CHANCELLOR, places himself at the upper end of the table on the left band, a seat being left void above him, as for Canterbury"s seat. DUKE OF SUFFOLK, DUKE OF NORFOLK, SURREY, LORD CHAMBERLAIN, GARDINER, seat themselves in order on each side; CROMWELL at lower end, as secretary. KEEPER at the door
CHANCELLOR. Speak to the business, master secretary; Why are we met in council?
CROMWELL. Please your honours, The chief cause concerns his Grace of Canterbury.
GARDINER. Has he had knowledge of it?
CROMWELL. Yes.
NORFOLK. Who waits there?
KEEPER. Without, my n.o.ble lords?
GARDINER. Yes.
KEEPER. My Lord Archbishop; And has done half an hour, to know your pleasures.
CHANCELLOR. Let him come in.
KEEPER. Your Grace may enter now.
CRANMER approaches the Council table
CHANCELLOR. My good Lord Archbishop, I am very sorry To sit here at this present, and behold That chair stand empty; but we all are men, In our own natures frail and capable Of our flesh; few are angels; out of which frailty And want of wisdom, you, that best should teach us, Have misdemean"d yourself, and not a little, Toward the King first, then his laws, in filling The whole realm by your teaching and your chaplains- For so we are inform"d-with new opinions, Divers and dangerous; which are heresies, And, not reform"d, may prove pernicious.
GARDINER. Which reformation must be sudden too, My n.o.ble lords; for those that tame wild horses Pace "em not in their hands to make "em gentle, But stop their mouth with stubborn bits and spur "em Till they obey the manage. If we suffer, Out of our easiness and childish pity To one man"s honour, this contagious sickness, Farewell all physic; and what follows then?
Commotions, uproars, with a general taint Of the whole state; as of late days our neighbours, The upper Germany, can dearly witness, Yet freshly pitied in our memories.
CRANMER. My good lords, hitherto in all the progress Both of my life and office, I have labour"d, And with no little study, that my teaching And the strong course of my authority Might go one way, and safely; and the end Was ever to do well. Nor is there living- I speak it with a single heart, my lords- A man that more detests, more stirs against, Both in his private conscience and his place, Defacers of a public peace than I do.
Pray heaven the King may never find a heart With less allegiance in it! Men that make Envy and crooked malice nourishment Dare bite the best. I do beseech your lordships That, in this case of justice, my accusers, Be what they will, may stand forth face to face And freely urge against me.
SUFFOLK. Nay, my lord, That cannot be; you are a councillor, And by that virtue no man dare accuse you.
GARDINER. My lord, because we have business of more moment, We will be short with you. "Tis his Highness" pleasure And our consent, for better trial of you, From hence you be committed to the Tower; Where, being but a private man again, You shall know many dare accuse you boldly, More than, I fear, you are provided for.
CRANMER. Ah, my good Lord of Winchester, I thank you; You are always my good friend; if your will pa.s.s, I shall both find your lordship judge and juror, You are so merciful. I see your end- "Tis my undoing. Love and meekness, lord, Become a churchman better than ambition; Win straying souls with modesty again, Cast none away. That I shall clear myself, Lay all the weight ye can upon my patience, I make as little doubt as you do conscience In doing daily wrongs. I could say more, But reverence to your calling makes me modest.
GARDINER. My lord, my lord, you are a sectary; That"s the plain truth. Your painted gloss discovers, To men that understand you, words and weakness.
CROMWELL. My Lord of Winchester, y"are a little, By your good favour, too sharp; men so n.o.ble, However faulty, yet should find respect For what they have been; "tis a cruelty To load a falling man.
GARDINER. Good Master Secretary, I cry your honour mercy; you may, worst Of all this table, say so.
CROMWELL. Why, my lord?
GARDINER. Do not I know you for a favourer Of this new sect? Ye are not sound.
CROMWELL. Not sound?
GARDINER. Not sound, I say.
CROMWELL. Would you were half so honest!
Men"s prayers then would seek you, not their fears.
GARDINER. I shall remember this bold language.
CROMWELL. Do.
Remember your bold life too.
CHANCELLOR. This is too much; Forbear, for shame, my lords.
GARDINER. I have done.
CROMWELL. And I.
CHANCELLOR. Then thus for you, my lord: it stands agreed, I take it, by all voices, that forthwith You be convey"d to th" Tower a prisoner; There to remain till the King"s further pleasure Be known unto us. Are you all agreed, lords?
ALL. We are.
CRANMER. Is there no other way of mercy, But I must needs to th" Tower, my lords?
GARDINER. What other Would you expect? You are strangely troublesome.
Let some o" th" guard be ready there.
Enter the guard
CRANMER. For me?
Must I go like a traitor thither?
GARDINER. Receive him, And see him safe i" th" Tower.
CRANMER. Stay, good my lords, I have a little yet to say. Look there, my lords; By virtue of that ring I take my cause Out of the gripes of cruel men and give it To a most n.o.ble judge, the King my master.
CHAMBERLAIN. This is the King"s ring.
SURREY. "Tis no counterfeit.
SUFFOLK. "Tis the right ring, by heav"n. I told ye all, When we first put this dangerous stone a-rolling, "Twould fall upon ourselves.
NORFOLK. Do you think, my lords, The King will suffer but the little finger Of this man to be vex"d?
CHAMBERLAIN. "Tis now too certain; How much more is his life in value with him!
Would I were fairly out on"t!
CROMWELL. My mind gave me, In seeking tales and informations Against this man-whose honesty the devil And his disciples only envy at- Ye blew the fire that burns ye. Now have at ye!
Enter the KING frowning on them; he takes his seat
GARDINER. Dread sovereign, how much are we bound to heaven In daily thanks, that gave us such a prince; Not only good and wise but most religious; One that in all obedience makes the church The chief aim of his honour and, to strengthen That holy duty, out of dear respect, His royal self in judgment comes to hear The cause betwixt her and this great offender.
KING. You were ever good at sudden commendations, Bishop of Winchester. But know I come not To hear such flattery now, and in my presence They are too thin and bare to hide offences.
To me you cannot reach you play the spaniel, And think with wagging of your tongue to win me; But whatsoe"er thou tak"st me for, I"m sure Thou hast a cruel nature and a b.l.o.o.d.y.
[To CRANMER] Good man, sit down. Now let me see the proudest He that dares most but wag his finger at thee.
By all that"s holy, he had better starve Than but once think this place becomes thee not.
SURREY. May it please your Grace- KING. No, sir, it does not please me.
I had thought I had had men of some understanding And wisdom of my Council; but I find none.
Was it discretion, lords, to let this man, This good man-few of you deserve that t.i.tle- This honest man, wait like a lousy footboy At chamber door? and one as great as you are?
Why, what a shame was this! Did my commission Bid ye so far forget yourselves? I gave ye Power as he was a councillor to try him, Not as a groom. There"s some of ye, I see, More out of malice than integrity, Would try him to the utmost, had ye mean; Which ye shall never have while I live.