Act V, Scene 1
London. A gallery in the palace.
- Enter Gardiner, Bishop of Winchester, Gardiner’s Page with a
- torch before him, met by Sir Thomas Lovell.
Bishop of Winchester1
- It’s one a’ clock, boy, is’t not?
- It hath struck.
Bishop of Winchester3 - 7
- These should be hours for necessities,
- Not for delights; times to repair our nature
- With comforting repose, and not for us
- To waste these times. Good hour of night, Sir Thomas!
- Whither so late?
Sir Thomas Lovell8
- Came you from the King, my lord?
Bishop of Winchester9 - 10
- I did, Sir Thomas, and left him at primero
- With the Duke of Suffolk.
Sir Thomas Lovell11 - 12
- I must to him too,
- Before he go to bed. I’ll take my leave.
Bishop of Winchester13 - 19
- Not yet, Sir Thomas Lovell. What’s the matter?
- It seems you are in haste. And if there be
- No great offense belongs to’t, give your friend
- Some touch of your late business. Affairs that walk
- (As they say spirits do) at midnight, have
- In them a wilder nature than the business
- That seeks dispatch by day.
Sir Thomas Lovell20 - 24
- My lord, I love you;
- And durst commend a secret to your ear
- Much weightier than this work. The Queen’s in labor,
- They say in great extremity, and fear’d
- She’ll with the labor end.
Bishop of Winchester25 - 28
- The fruit she goes with
- I pray for heartily, that it may find
- Good time, and live; but for the stock, Sir Thomas,
- I wish it grubb’d up now.
Sir Thomas Lovell29 - 32
- Methinks I could
- Cry the amen, and yet my conscience says
- She’s a good creature, and, sweet lady, does
- Deserve our better wishes.
Bishop of Winchester33 - 39
- But, sir, sir,
- Hear me, Sir Thomas, y’ are a gentleman
- Of mine own way; I know you wise, religious,
- And, let me tell you, it will ne’er be well—
- ’Twill not, Sir Thomas Lovell, take’t of me—
- Till Cranmer, Cromwell, her two hands, and she
- Sleep in their graves.
Sir Thomas Lovell40 - 47
- Now, sir, you speak of two
- The most remark’d i’ th’ kingdom. As for Cromwell,
- Beside that of the Jewel House, is made Master
- O’ th’ Rolls, and the King’s secretary; further, sir,
- Stands in the gap and trade of more preferments,
- With which the time will load him. Th’ Archbishop
- Is the King’s hand and tongue, and who dare speak
- One syllable against him?
Bishop of Winchester48 - 63
- Yes, yes, Sir Thomas,
- There are that dare, and I myself have ventur’d
- To speak my mind of him; and indeed this day,
- Sir (I may tell it you), I think I have
- Incens’d the lords o’ th’ Council that he is
- (For so I know he is, they know he is)
- A most arch-heretic, a pestilence
- That does infect the land; with which they moved
- Have broken with the King, who hath so far
- Given ear to our complaint, of his great grace
- And princely care foreseeing those fell mischiefs
- Our reasons laid before him, ’hath commanded
- Tomorrow morning to the Council-board
- He be convented. He’s a rank weed, Sir Thomas,
- And we must root him out. From your affairs
- I hinder you too long. Good night, Sir Thomas.
Sir Thomas Lovell64
- Many good-nights, my lord! I rest your servant.
- Exeunt the Bishop of Winchester, and Gardiner’s Page.
- Enter King and Suffolk.
King65 - 66
- Charles, I will play no more tonight,
- My mind’s not on’t, you are too hard for me.
Duke of Suffolk67
- Sir, I did never win of you before.
King68 - 70
- But little, Charles,
- Nor shall not, when my fancy’s on my play.
- Now, Lovell, from the Queen what is the news?
Sir Thomas Lovell71 - 75
- I could not personally deliver to her
- What you commanded me, but by her woman
- I sent your message, who return’d her thanks
- In the great’st humbleness, and desir’d your Highness
- Most heartily to pray for her.
King76 - 77
- What say’st thou? Ha?
- To pray for her? What, is she crying out?
Sir Thomas Lovell78 - 79
- So said her woman, and that her suff’rance made
- Almost each pang a death.
- Alas, good lady!
Duke of Suffolk81 - 83
- God safely quit her of her burden, and
- With gentle travail, to the gladding of
- Your Highness with an heir!
King84 - 88
- ’Tis midnight, Charles,
- Prithee to bed, and in thy pray’rs remember
- Th’ estate of my poor queen. Leave me alone,
- For I must think of that which company
- Would not be friendly to.
Duke of Suffolk89 - 91
- I wish your Highness
- A quiet night, and my good mistress will
- Remember in my prayers.
King92 - 93
- Charles, good night.
- Exit Suffolk.
- Enter Sir Anthony Denny.
- Well, sir, what follows?
Sir Anthony Denny94 - 95
- Sir, I have brought my lord the Archbishop,
- As you commanded me.
- Ha? Canterbury?
Sir Anthony Denny97
- Ay, my good lord.
- ’Tis true; where is he, Denny?
Sir Anthony Denny99
- He attends your Highness’ pleasure.
- Bring him to us.
- Exit Denny.
Sir Thomas Lovell101 - 102
- This is about that which the Bishop spake.
- I am happily come hither.
- Enter Cranmer and Denny.
King103 - 105
- Avoid the gallery.
- Lovell seems to stay.
- Ha? I have said. Be gone.
- Exeunt Lovell and Denny.
Cranmer106 - 107
- I am fearful; wherefore frowns he thus?
- ’Tis his aspect of terror. All’s not well.
King108 - 109
- How now, my lord? You do desire to know
- Wherefore I sent for you.
Cranmer110 - 111
- It is my duty
- T’ attend your Highness’ pleasure.
King112 - 129
- Pray you arise,
- My good and gracious Lord of Canterbury.
- Come, you and I must walk a turn together;
- I have news to tell you. Come, come, give me your hand.
- Ah, my good lord, I grieve at what I speak,
- And am right sorry to repeat what follows.
- I have, and most unwillingly, of late
- Heard many grievous—I do say, my lord,
- Grievous—complaints of you; which, being consider’d,
- Have mov’d us and our Council, that you shall
- This morning come before us, where I know
- You cannot with such freedom purge yourself,
- But that till further trial, in those charges
- Which will require your answer, you must take
- Your patience to you, and be well contented
- To make your house our Tow’r. You, a brother of us
- It fits we thus proceed, or else no witness
- Would come against you.
Cranmer130 - 135
- I humbly thank your Highness,
- And am right glad to catch this good occasion
- Most throughly to be winnowed, where my chaff
- And corn shall fly asunder; for I know
- There’s none stands under more calumnious tongues
- Than I myself, poor man.
King136 - 144
- Stand up, good Canterbury!
- Thy truth and thy integrity is rooted
- In us, thy friend. Give me thy hand, stand up;
- Prithee let’s walk. Now, by my holidame,
- What manner of man are you? My lord, I look’d
- You would have given me your petition, that
- I should have ta’en some pains to bring together
- Yourself and your accusers, and to have heard you
- Without indurance further.
Cranmer145 - 150
- 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. I fear nothing
- What can be said against me.
King151 - 165
- Know you not
- How your state stands i’ th’ world, with the whole world?
- Your enemies are many, and not small; their practices
- Must bear the same proportion, and not ever
- The justice and the truth o’ th’ question carries
- The due o’ th’ verdict with it. At what ease
- Might corrupt minds procure knaves as corrupt
- To swear against you? Such things have been done.
- You are potently oppos’d, and with a malice
- Of as great size. Ween you of better luck,
- I mean in perjur’d witness, than your Master,
- Whose minister you are, whiles here he liv’d
- Upon this naughty earth? Go to, go to!
- You take a precipit for no leap of danger,
- And woo your own destruction.
Cranmer166 - 168
- God and your Majesty
- Protect mine innocence, or I fall into
- The trap is laid for me!
King169 - 185
- Be of good cheer,
- They shall no more prevail than we give way to.
- Keep comfort to you, and this morning see
- You do appear before them. If they shall chance,
- In charging you with matters, to commit you,
- The best persuasions to the contrary
- Fail not to use, and with what vehemency
- Th’ occasion shall instruct you. If entreaties
- Will render you no remedy, this ring
- Deliver them, and your appeal to us
- There make before them. Look, the good man weeps!
- He’s honest, on mine honor. 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 Old Lady.
- Come back! What mean you?
Old Lady187 - 190
- I’ll not come back, the tidings that I bring
- Will make my boldness manners. Now good angels
- Fly o’er thy royal head, and shade thy person
- Under their blessed wings!
King191 - 193
- Now by thy looks
- I guess thy message. Is the Queen deliver’d?
- Say ay, and of a boy.
Old Lady194 - 200
- Ay, ay, my liege,
- And of a lovely boy. The God of heaven
- Both now and ever bless her! ’Tis a girl
- Promises boys hereafter. Sir, your queen
- Desires your visitation, and to be
- Acquainted with this stranger. ’Tis as like you
- As cherry is to cherry.
- Enter Lovell.
Sir Thomas Lovell202
- Give her an hundred marks. I’ll to the Queen.
- Exit King.
Old Lady204 - 209
- An hundred marks? By this light, I’ll ha’ more.
- An ordinary groom is for such payment.
- I will have more or scold it out of him.
- Said I for this, the girl was like to him?
- I’ll have more, or else unsay’t; and now,
- While ’tis hot, I’ll put it to the issue.
- Exit Lady with Lovell.