Act Fifth. Scene I. London. A gallery in the palace. Enter Gardiner, Bishop of Winchester, a Page with a torch before him, met by Sir Thomas Lovell. It hath struck. Gar. It's one o' clock, boy, is 't not? Lov. To waste these times. Good hour of night, Sir Thomas! Whither so late? Came you from the king, my lord? Gar. I did, Sir Thomas, and left him at primero With the Duke of Suffolk. Lov. I must to him too, Before he go to bed. I'll take my leave. Gar. Not yet, Sir Thomas Lovell. What's the matter? It seems you are in haste: an if there be II No great offence belongs to 't, give your friend Lov. Gar. Lov. Gar. Lov. As they say spirits do, at midnight, have My lord, I love you; And durst commend a secret to your ear Much weightier than this work. The queen's in labour, They say, in great extremity; and fear'd She'll with the labour end. The fruit she goes with 20 I pray for heartily, that it may find Good time, and live: but for the stock, Sir Thomas, Methinks I could But, sir, sir, Hear me, Sir Thomas: you're a gentleman Now, sir, you speak of two 30 Gar. The most remark'd i' the kingdom. Cromwell, As for Beside that of the jewel house, is made master Is the king's hand and tongue; and who dare speak Yes, yes, Sir Thomas, Incensed the lords o' the council that he is- A most arch-heretic, a pestilence That does infect the land: with which they moved 50 He be convented. He's a rank weed, Sir Thomas, Lov. Many good nights, my lord: I rest your servant. [Exeunt Gardiner and Page. Enter King and Suffolk. King, Charles, I will play no more to-night; My mind's not on 't; you are too hard for me. Nor shall not, when my fancy's on my play. Now, Lovell, from the queen what is the news? Lov. I could not personally deliver to her King. бо What you commanded me, but by her woman What say'st thou, ha? To pray for her? what, is she crying out? Lov. So said her woman, and that her sufferance made Almost each pang a death. King. King. With gentle travail, to the gladding of 70 'Tis midnight, Charles; Prithee, to bed; and in thy prayers remember 1 Suf. The estate of my poor queen. Leave me alone; Would not be friendly to. A quiet night, and my good mistress will Remember in my prayers. I wish your highness King. Charles, good night. [Exit Suffolk. Enter Sir Anthony Denny. Well, sir, what follows? Den. Sir, I have brought my lord the archbishop, As you commanded me. King. Ha! Canterbury? 80 Den. Ay, my good lord. King. 'Tis true: where is he, Denny? Den. He attends your highness' pleasure. King. 1 Bring him to us. [Exit Denny. Lov. [Aside] This is about that which the bishop spake: I am happily come hither. Re-enter Denny, with Cranmer. King. Avoid the gallery. [Lovell seems to stay.] Ha! I have said. Be gone. What! [Exeunt Lovell and Denny. |