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How your state stands i' the world, with the whole Your enemies are many, and not fmall; their practices

Muft bear the fame proportion: and not ever
The juftice and the truth o' the question carries
The due o' the verdict with it: At what ease
Might corrupt minds procure knaves as corrupt
To fwear against you? such things have been done.
You are potently oppos'd; and with a malice
Of as great fize. Ween' you of better luck,
I mean, in perjur'd witness, than your Master,
Whofe minister you are, whiles here he liv'd
Upon this naughty earth? Go to, go to;
You take a precipice for no leap of danger,
And woo your own destruction.

Cran. God, and your majesty,

Protect mine innocence, or I fall into
The trap is laid for me!

King. Be of good cheer;

An ordinary groom is for fuch payment. I will have more, or scold it out of him. Said I for this, the girl was like to him? I will have more, or else unfay't; and now, 5 While it is hot, I'll put it to the iffue. SCENE




They shall no more prevail, than we give way to.
Keep comfort to you; and this morning fee
You do appear before them: if they shall chance,
In charging you with matters, to commit you,
The best perfuafions to the contrary
Fail not to ufe, and with what vehemency
The occafion fhall inftruct 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 honeft, on mine honour. God's bleft mother!
I fwear, he is true-hearted; and a foul
None better in my kingdom. Get you gone,
And do as I have bid you. He has strangled
His language in his tears.
[Exit Cranmer.

Enter an Old Lady.



Gen. [within.] Come back; what mean you? 40 Lady. I'll not come back; the tidings that 1 bring


Will make my boldnefs manners.-Now, good Fly o'er thy royal head, and fhade thy perfon Under their bleffed wings!

King. Now, by thy looks

I guess thy message. Is the queen deliver'd? Say, ay; and of a boy.


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Before the Council Chamber.


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The king's phyfician; As he paft along,
How earnestly he caft his eyes upon me!

Pray heaven he found not my difgrace! For certain,
This is of purpose lay'd, by fome that hate me,
(God turn their hearts! I never fought their malice)
To quench mine honour; they would fhame to
make me

Wait elfe at door; a fellow counsellor, [fures Among boys, grooms, and lackeys. But their pleaMust be fulfill'd, and I attend with patience.

Enter the King, and Butts, at a window above. Butts. I'll fhew your grace the ftrangest fight,King. What's that, Butts?

Butts. I think, your highnefs faw this many a day. King. Body o' me, where is it?

Butts. There, my lord:

The high promotion of his grace of Canterbury; Who holds his ftate at door, 'mongst purfuivants, Pages, and foot-boys.

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 fo much honesty among 'em,
(At least, good manners) as not thus to suffer
A man of his place, and fo near our favour,

To dance attendance on their lordships' pleasures,

And at the door too, like a poft with packets.
By holy Mary, Butts, there's knavery:
Let 'em alone, and draw the curtain close:
We thail hear more anon.-

Enter the Lord Chancellor, places himself at the upper end of the table on the left band; a feat being left void above bim, as for the Archbishop of Canterbury. Duke of Suffolk, Duke of Norfolk, Surrey, Lord Chamberlain, and Gardiner, feat them

1 To ween is to think, to imagine. Obfolete.

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Ner. Who waits there?

D. Keep. Without, my noble lords?
Gard. Yes.

D. Keep. My lord archbishop;

And has done half an hour, to know your pleasures.
Chan. Let him come in.

D. Keep. Your grace may enter now.

[Cranmer approaches the council table.

Chan. My good lord archbishop, I am very forry
To fit here at this present, and behold
That chair stand empty: But we all are men,
In our own natures frail; and capable



And, by that virtue, no man dare accuse you.
Gard. My lord, because we have business of more


We will be fhort with you. "Tis his highness'
And our confent, for better trial of you,
From hence you be committed to the Tower;
Where, being but a private man again,

You fhall know many dare accuse you boldly,
More than, I fear, you are provided for. [thank you,
Cran. Ah, my good lord of Winchester, I
You are always my good friend; if your will pafs,
I shall both find your lordship judge and juror,
You are fo merciful: I fee your end,
'Tis my undoing: Love, and meekness, lord,
15 Become a churchman better than ambition;
Win ftraying fouls with modesty again,
Caft none away. That I fhall clear myself,
Lay all the weight ye can upon my patience,
I make as little doubt, as you do confcience.
20 In doing daily wrongs. I could fay more,
But reverence to your calling makes me modest.
Gard. My lord, my lord, you are a fectary,
That's the plain truth; your painted glofs3difcovers,
To men that understand you, words and weakness.
Crem. My lord of Winchester, you are a little,
By your good favour, too sharp; men so noble,
However faulty, yet fhould find respect

Of our flesh, few are angels 2: out of which frailty,
And want of wisdom, you, that best should teach us,
Have mifdemean'd yourself, and not a little,
Toward the king first, then his laws, in filing[lains',
The whole realm, by your teaching, and your chap-25
(For so we are inform'd) with new opinions,
Divers, and dangerous; which are herefies,
And, not reform'd, may prove pernicious.

Gard. Which reformation must be sudden too, My noble lords: for those, that tame wild horfes, Pace 'em not in their hands to make 'em gentle; But ftop their mouths with stubborn bits, and spur 'Till they obey the manage. If we fuffer ['em, (Out of our eafiness, and childish pity

Toone man's honour) this contagious sickness,
Farewel all phyfic: And what follows then?
Commotions, uproars, with a general taint

Of the whole ftate: as, of late days, our neighbours,
The upper Germany, can dearly witness.

Yet freshly pitied in our memories.

Cran. My good lords, hitherto, in all the progrefs
Both of my life and office, I have labour'd,
And with no little study, that my teaching,
And the ftrong course of my authority,
Might go one way, and fafely; and the end
Was ever, to do well: nor is there living
(I speak it with a fingle heart, my lords)
A man, that more detefts, more ftirs 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 lefs allegiance in it! Men, that make
Envy, and crooked malice, nourishment,

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For what they have been: 'tis a cruelty,
To load a falling man.

Gard. Good master Secretary,

I cry your honour mercy; you may, worst
Of all this table, say so.

Crom. Why, my lord?

Gard. Do not I know you for a favourer
35 Of this new fect? ye are not found.
Crom. Not found?


Gard. Not found, I fay.

Crem. 'Would you were half so honest!
Men's prayers then would feek you, not their fears.
Gard. I fhall remember this bold language.
Crom. Do:

Remember your bold life too.

Cham. This is too much;

Forbear, for shame, my lords.

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Cham. Then thus for you, my lord,-It stands

I take it, by all voices, that forthwith

You be convey'd to the Tower a prisoner;

50 There to remain, 'till the king's further pleasure Be known unto us: Are you all agreed, lords? All. We are.

Cran. Is there no other way of mercy,

But I must needs to the Tower, my lords?
Gard. What other


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I This lord chancellor, though a character, has hitherto had no place in the Dramatis Perfone. In the last scene of the fourth act, we heard that Sir Thomas More was appointed lord chancellor: but it is not he, whom the poet here introduces. Wolfcy, by command, delivered up the feals on the 18th of November, 1529; on the 25th of the fame month, they were delivered to Sir Thomas More, who furrender'd them on the 16th of May, 1532. Now the conclufion of this fcene taking notice of queen Elizabeth's birth (which brings it down to the year 1534), Sir Thomas Audlie must neceffarily be our poet's chancellor; who fucceeded Sir Thomas More, and held the feals many years. 2 Meaning, perhaps, Few are perfect, while they remain in their mortal capacity, 3 i. e, your fair outside.

Muft I go like a traitor thither?

Gard. Receive him,

And fee him fafe i' the Tower.

Cran. Stay, good my lords,

I have a little yet to say. Look there, my lords; 5
By virtue of that ring, I take my cause

Out of the gripes of cruel men, and give it
To a most noble judge, the king my master.
Cham. This is the king's ring.

Sur. 'Tis no counterfeit.

Suf. 'Tis the right ring, by heaven: I told ye all, When we first put this dangerous stone a-rolling, "Twould fall upon ourselves.

Nor. Do you think, my lords,

The king will fuffer but the little finger

Of this man to be vex'd?

Cham. 'Tis now too certain :

How much more is his life in value with him? "Would I were fairly out on 't.

Crom. My mind gave me,

In feeking tales, and informations,
Against this man, (whofe honesty the devil
And his difciples only envy at)

Ye blew the fire that burns ye: Now have at ye.
Enter King, frowning on them; takes his feat.
Gard. Dread fovereign, how much are we bound
to heaven

In daily thanks, that gave us such a prince ;
Not only good and wife, but most religious:
One that, in all obedience, makes the church
The chief aim of his honour; and, to ftrengthen
That holy duty, out of dear respect,

His royal felf in judgment comes to hear
The caufe betwixt her and this great offender.

Not as a groom: There's fome of ye, I fee,
More out of malice than integrity,
Would try him to the utmost, had ye mean;
Which ye fhall never have, while I live.
Chan. Thus far,

My moft dread fovereign, may it like your grace To let my tongue excufe all. What was purpos'd, Concerning his imprisonment, was rather (If there be faith in men) meant for his trial, 10 And fair purgation to the world, than malice; I am fure, in me.

King. Well, well, my lords, refpect him;
Take him, and ufe him well, he's worthy of it.
I will fay thus much for him, If a prince
15 May be beholden to a subject, I

Am, for his love and fervice, fo to him.
Make me no more ado, but all embrace him;
Be friends, for fhame, my lords.-My lord of Can-

20I have a fuit which you must not deny me:
There is a fair young maid, that yet wants baptifm;
You must be godfather, and anfwer for her.
Cran. The greatest monarch now alive may glory
In fuch an honour; How may I deserve it,
That am a poor and humble subject to you?
King. Come, come, my lord, you'd spare your
fpoons you shall have



Two noble partners with you: the old dutchefs of And lady marquis Dorfet; Will these please you?— 30 Once more, my lord of Winchester, I charge you, Embrace, and love this man.

Gard. With a true heart,

And brother's love, I do it.

Cran. And let heaven

King. You were ever good at fudden commen- 35 Witnefs how dear I hold this confirmation.


Bishop of Winchester. But know, I come not To hear fuch flatteries now, and in my prefence; They are too thin and base to hide offences.

King. Good man, thofe joyful tears fhew thy The common voice, I fee, is verify'd [true heart. Of thee, which fays thus, Do my lord of Canterbury A forewd turn, and be is your friend for ever.40 Come, lords, we trifle time away; I long To have this young one made a christian. As I have made ye one, lords, one remain; So I grow ftronger, you more honour gain. [Exeunt. SCENE III. The Palace Yard.

To me you cannot reach: You play the spaniel,
And think with wagging of your tongue to win me;
But, whatfoe'er thou tak'ft me for, I am fure,
Thou haft a cruel nature, and a bloody.-
Good man, fit down. Now let me fee the proudest
[To Cranmer. 45
He, that dares moft, but wag his finger at thee:
By all that's holy, he had better starve,
Than but once think this place becomes thee not.
Sur. May it please your grace,---
King. No, fir, it does not please me.
I had thought, I had men of fome understanding
And wisdom, of my council; but I find none.
Was it difcretion, lords, to let this man,
This good man, (few of you deferve that title)
This honeft man, wait like a lowly foot-boy
At chamber door? and one as great as you are?
Why, what a fhame was this? Did my commiffion
Bid ye fo far forget yourfelves? I gave ye
Power as he was a counfellor to try him,


Noife and tumult within: Enter Porter, and bis Man. Port. You'll leave your noise anon, ye rafcals: Do you take the court for 2 Paris-garden? ye rude flaves, leave your gaping.

Within. Good mafter porter, I belong to the larder.

Pert. Belong to the gallows, and be hang'd, you rogue. Is this a place to roar in ?-Fetch me a dozen crab-tree ftaves, and strong ones; thefe are 55 but fwitches to 'em.-I'll fcratch your heads : You must be feeing chriftenings? Do you look for ale and cakes here, you rude rafcals?

Man. Pray, fir, be patient; 'tis as much impoffible

Mr. Steevens fays, "It was the custom, long before the time of Shakspeare, for the sponsors at chriftenings to offer gilt fpoons as a prefent for the child. Thefe fpoons were called apofile fpeens, becaufe the figures of the apoftles were carved on the tops of the handles. Such as were at once opulent and generous, gave the whole twelve; those who were either more moderately rich or liberal, efcaped at the expence of the four evangelifts; or even fometimes contented themselves with prefenting one spoon only, which exhibited the figure of any faint in honour of whom the child received 2 The bear-garden of that time, and in a line with Bridewell.

its name."


(Unless we fweep them from the door with cannons)
To scatter 'em, as 'tis to make 'em fleep

On May-day morning; which will never be:
We may as well push against Paul's, as ftir 'em.
Port. How got they in, and be hang'd?
Man. Alas, I know not; How gets the tide in?
As much as one found cudgel of four foot
(You fee the poor remainder) could distribute,
I made no fpare, fir.

Port. You did nothing, fir.



Man. I am not Sampfon, nor Sir Guy, nor Colbrand 2, to mow 'em down before me: but, if I fpar'd any, that had a head to hit, either young or old, he or she, cuckold or cuckold-maker, let me never hope to see a chine again; and that I would 15 not for a cow, God fave her.

Within. Do you hear, mafter Porter?

Pert. I fhall be with you presently, good mafter puppy. Keep the door clofe, firrah.

Man. What would you have me do?

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Enter the Lord Chamberlain.

Cham. Mercy o' me, what a multitude are here!
They grow ftill too, from all parts they are coming,
As if we kept a fair! Where are these porters,
Thefe lazy knaves?-Ye have made a fine hand,

There's a trim rabble let in: Are all thefe [have
Your faithful friends o' the suburbs? We shall
Great ftore of room, no doubt, left for the ladies,
When they pafs back from the christening.

Port. Please your honour,

We are but men; and what fo many may do,
Not being torn a-pieces, we have done :
An army cannot rule 'em.

Cham. As I live,

20If the king blame me for 't, I'll lay ye all

Port. What should you do, but knock 'em down by the dozens? Is this Morefields to mufter in? or have we fome ftrange Indian with the great tool come to court, the women fo befiegel us? Blefs me, what a cry of fornication is at door! 25 O'my christian confcience, this one christening will beget a thousand: here will be father, godfather, and all together.

Man. The spoons will be the bigger, fir. There is a fellow fomewhat near the door, he should be 30 a brafier 3 by his face, for, o' my confcience, twenty of the dog-days now reign in's nofe; all that stand about him are under the line, they need no other penance: that fire-drake 4 did I hit three times on the head, and three times was his nofe 35 discharg'd against me; he stands there like a mortar-piece, to blow us. There was a haberdasher's wife of fmall wit near him, that rail'd upon me 'till her pink'd porringer fell off her head, for kindling fuch a combustion in the state. I mifs'd 40 the meteor 5 once, and hit that woman, who cry'd out, clubs! when I might fee from far fome forty trunchioneers draw to her fuccour, 'which were the hope of the strand, where she was quarter'd. They fell on; I made good my place; at length 45 they came to the broomftaff with me, I defy'd 'em ftill; when fuddenly a file of boys behind 'em, loofe fhot, deliver'd fuch a fhower of pebbles, that I was fain to draw mine honour in, and let 'em win the work: The devil was amongst 'em, I think, 50 furely.

Pert. These are the youths that thunder at a playhoufe, and fight for bitten apples 6; that no audience, but the tribulation of Tower-hill 7, or the

By the heels, and suddenly; and on your heads
Clap round fines, for neglect: You are lazy knaves;
And here ye lie baiting of bumbards 9, when
Ye fhould do fervice. Hark, the trumpets found;
They are come already from the christening:
Go, break among the prefs, and find a way out
To let the troop pafs fairly; or I'll find
A Marshalfea, fhall hold you play these two months.
Port. Make way there for the princess.
Man. You great fellow, stand close up, or I'll
make your head ake.


Port. You i' the camblet, get up o' the rail; I'll peck you o'er the pales elfe. [Exeunt. SCENE The Palace. Enter Trumpets, founding; then two Aldermen, Lord Mayor, Garter, Cranmer, Duke of Norfolk with bis Marshal's staff, Duke of Suffolk, two Noblemen bearing tavo great standing bowls for the christening gifts; then four Noblemen bearing a canopy, under which the Dutchefs of Norfolk, godmother, bearing the child richly babited in a mantle, &c. Train borne by a Ludy: then follow Marchioness of Dorjet, the other godmothe“ and Ladies. The troop pass ance about the stage, and Garter Speaks.


Gar. Heaven, from thy endless goodness, fend profperous life, long, and ever happy, to the high and mighty princefs or England, Elizabeth!

Flourish. Enter King, and Train.
Cran. [Kneeling.] And to your royal grace, and
the good queen,

My noble partners, and myself, thus pray ;-
All comfort, joy, in this most gracious lady,

Lambs of Limehoufe, their dear brothers, are able 55 Heaven ever laid up to make parents happy,

2. Of

It was anciently the cuftom for all ranks of people to go out a Maying on the first of May. Guy of Warwick every one has heard. Colbrand was the Danish giant, whom Guy fubdued at Winchefter. 3 A brafier fignifies a man that manufactures brass, and a reservoir for charcoal occasionally heated to convey warmth. Both thefe fenfes are here understood. 4 A fire-drake is both a ferpent, anciently called a brenning-drake, or dipjas, and a name formerly given to a Will th' Wilp, or ignus faruus. A fire-drake was likewife an artificial firework. 5 i. e. the brafier. The prices of feats for the vulgar in our ancient theatres were fo very low (viz. a penny, two-pence, and fix-pence, each, for the ground, gallery, and rooms-the boxes were fomewhat higher, being a filling and half-a-crown), that we cannot wonder if they were filled with the tumultuous company defcribed by Shakspeare in this fcene; efpecially when it is added, that tobacco was (moaked, and ale drank in them. 7 Dr. Johnfon fufpects the Tribulation to have been a puritanical meeting-house. 8 A publick whipping. 9 To bait bumbards is to tipple, to lie at the spigot. Bumbards were large veffels in which the beer was carried to foldiers upon duty. They resembled black jacks of leather.

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[The King kiffes the child. 5 With this kifs take my bleffing: God protect thee! Into whofe hand I give thy life.

Cran. Amen.


King. My noble goffips, ye have been too pro-
I thank ye heartily; fo fhall this lady,
When the has fo much English.

Cran. Let me fpeak, fir,

As great in admiration as herself;

So fhall the leave her blessedness to one,

(When heaven fhall call her from this cloud of

Who, from the facred afhes of her honour,
Shall ftar-like rife, as great in fame as the was,
And so stand fix'd: Peace, plenty,love,truth, terror,
That were the fervants to this chosen infant,
Shall then be his, and like a vine grow to him;
10 Wherever the bright fun of heaven shall shine,
His honour, and the greatness of his name
Shall be, and make new nations: He shall flourish,
And, like a mountain cedar, reach his branches
To all the plains about him:-Our children's chil-
Shall fee this, and bless heaven.

King. Thou speakest wonders.]
Cran. She shall be, to the happiness of England,
An aged princefs 2; many days shall see her,
And yet no day without a deed to crown it.
20 Would I had known no more! but the muft die,
She muft, the faints must have her; yet a virgin,
A most unfpotted lily shall she pass

For heaven now bids me; and the words I utter
Let none think flattery, for they'll find 'em truth.
This royal infant, (heaven still move about her!) 15
Though in her cradle, yet now promises
Upon this land a thousand thousand blessings,
Which time shall bring to ripenefs: She shall be
(But few now living can behold that goodness)
A pattern to all princes living with her,
And all that shall fucceed: Sheba was never
More covetous of wisdom, and fair virtue,
Than this pure foul shall be: all princely graces,
That mould up fuch a mighty piece as this is,
With all the virtues that attend the good,
Shall ftill be doubled on her: truth fhall nurse her,
Holy and heavenly thoughts still counfel her:
She fhall be lov'd, and fear'd: Her own fhall blefs
Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, [her,

To the ground, and all the world shall mourn her.
King. O lord archbishop,

25 Thou haft made me now a man; never, before
This happy child, did I get any thing:
This oracle of comfort has fo pleas'd me,
That, when I am in heaven, I fhall defire
To fee what this child does, and praise my Maker.—

And hang their heads with forrow: Good grows 30I thank ye all. To you, my good lord mayor,

with her:

In her days, every man shall eat in safety,
Under his own vine, what he plants; and fing
The merry fongs of peace to all his neighbours :
God fhall be truly known; and those about her
From her shall read the perfect way of honour,
And by thofe claim their greatnefs, not by blood.
['Nor fhall this peace fleep with her: But as when
The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phoenix,
Her afhes new create another heir,

And your good brethren, I am much beholden;
I have receiv'd much honour by your prefence,
And ye shall find me thankful. Lead the way,
lords ;-

35 Ye must all fee the queen, and she must thank ye,
She will be fick elfe. This day, no man think
He has bufinefs at his houfe; for all shall stay,
This little one shall make it holiday.





ten to one this play can never please
All that are bere: Some come to take their cafe,
And fleep an act or two; but those, we fear,
We have frighted with our trumpets; fo, 'tis clear,
They'll fay, 'tis naught: others, to hear the city
Abus'd extremely, and to cry,-that's witty!
Which we have not done neither: that, I fear,
All the expected good we are like to bear

For this play at this time, is only in
The merciful conftruction of good women ;
For fuch a one we fhew'd'em: If they smile,
50 And fay, 'twill do, I know, within a while
All the beft men are ours; for 'tis ill bap,
If they bold, when their ladies bid 'em clap.

Thefe lines, to the interruption by the king, feem to have been inferted at fome revifal of the play, after the acceffion of king James. 2 Theobald remarks, that the tranfition here from the complimentary addrefs to king James the first is so abrupt, that it seems to him, that compliment was inferted after the acceffion of that prince. If this play was wrote, as in his opinion it was, in the reign of queen Elizabeth, we may easily determine where Cranmer's eulogium of that princess concluded. He makes no question but the poet rested here:

And claim by thofe their greatnefs, not by blood.

All that the bishop fays after this, was an occafional homage paid to her fucceffor, and evidently inferted after her demife. 3 Dr. Johnson is of opinion, with other Critics, that both the Prologus 4 In the character of Katharine. and Epilogue to Henry VIII, were written by Ben Jonson, CORIOLANUS.

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