My mind's not on 't; you are too hard for me. Nor shall not, when my fancy's on my play.- highness Most heartily to pray for her. K. Hen. 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. K. Hen. Alas, good lady! Suf. God safely quit her of her burden, and With gentle travail, to the gladding of Your highness with an heir! K. Hen. 'Tis midnight, Charles: Pr'ythee, to bed; and in thy prayers remember Would not be friendly to. Suf. I wish your highness A quiet night, and my good mistress will Remember in my prayers. K. Hen. Charles, good night. [Exit Suffolk. Enter SIR ANTHONY DENNY. Well, sir, what follows? Den. Sir, I have brought my lord the archbishop, Lov. This is about that which the bishop spake : I am happily come hither. Re-enter DENNY, with CRANMER. [aside. Cran. I am fearful: wherefore frowns he thus? 'Tis his aspect of terror. All's not well. K. Hen. How now, my lord? You do desire to 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, Grievous complaints of you; which, being consider'd, Have moved us and our council, that you shall It fits we thus proceed, or else no witness Would come against you. Cran. I humbly thank your highness; And am right glad to catch this good occasion Most throughly to be winnow'd, where my chaff There's none stands under more calumnious tongues, K. Hen. Stand up, good Canterbury; Thy truth and thy integrity is rooted In us, thy friend: give me thy hand; stand up: What manner of man are you? My lord, I look'd 1 One of our council. |