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However faulty, yet should find respect
Good master Secretary,
Why, my lord?
Would you were half so honest! Men's prayers then would seek you, not their fears.
Gar. I shall remember this bold language.
This is too much;
I have done.
And I. Chan. Then thus for you, my lord,—It stands
All. We are.
Cran. Is there no other way of mercy, But I must needs to the Tower, my lords? Gar.
What other Would you expect? You are strangely troublesome. Let some o'the guard be ready there.
- For me?
Stay, good my lords,
Cham. This is the king's ring.
'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 suffer 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 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 King, frowning on them; takes his seat. Gar. Dread sovereign, how much are we bound
In daily thanks, that gave us such a prince;
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 his place becomes thee not. Sur. May it please your grace,
K. Hen. 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 title,) This honest man, wait like a lowsy 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 counsellor to try him,
Not as a groom; There's some of ye, I see,
K. Hen. Well, well, my lords, respect him; Take him, and use him well, he's worthy of it. I will say thus much for him, If a prince May be beholden to a subject, I Am, for his love and service, so to him. Make me no more ado, but all embrace him; Be friends, for shame, my lords.--My lord of Can
terbury, I have a suit which you must not deny me; That is, a fair young maid that yet wants baptism, You must be godfather, and answer for her.
Cran. The greatest monarch now alive may glory In such an honour; How may I deserve it, That am a poor and humble subject to you? K. Hen. Come, come, my lord, you'd spare your
spoons; you shall have Two noble partners with you; the old dutchess of
Norfolk, And lady marquiss Dorset; Will these please you? Once more, my lord of Winchester, I charge you, Embrace, and love this man.
. With a true heart, And brother-love, I do it. Cran.
And let heaven Witness, how dear I hold this confirmation. K. Hen. Good man, those joyful tears show thy
true heart. The common voice, I see, is verify'd Of thee, which says thus, Do my lord of Canterbury A shrewd turn, and he is your friend for ever. 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 stronger, you more honour gain.
THE PALACE YARD.
Noise and tumult within: Enter Porter, and his Man.
Port. You'll leave your noise anon, ye rascals: Do you take the court for Paris-garden? ye rude slaves, leave your gaping.
[Within.] Good master porter, I belong to the larder.
Port. Belong to the gallows, and be hangd, you rogue: Is this a place to roar in?- Fetch me a dozen crab-tree staves, and strong ones; these are but switches to them.—I'll scratch your heads: You must be seeing christenings? Do you look for ate and cakes here, you rude rascals?