The Lobby before the Council-Chamber. |
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Enter CRANMER; Pursuivants, Pages, &c., attending. |
Cran. I hope I am not too late; and yet the gentleman, |
That was sent to me from the council, pray'd me |
To make great haste. All fast? what means this? Ho! |
Who waits there? |
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Enter KEEPER. |
Sure, you know me? |
Keep. Yes, my lord; |
But yet I cannot help you. |
Cran. Why? |
Keep. Your Grace must wait till you be call'd for. |
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Enter DOCTOR BUTTS. |
Cran. So. |
Butts. [Aside.] This is a piece of malice. I am glad |
I came this way so happily: the king |
Shall understand it presently. |
Cran. [Aside.] 'Tis Butts, |
The king's physician. As he past along, |
How earnestly he cast his eyes upon me. |
Pray heaven he sound not my disgrace! For certain, |
This is of purpose laid by some that hate me,— |
God turn their hearts! I never sought their malice,— |
To quench mine honour: they would shame to make me |
Wait else at door, a fellow-counsellor, |
'Mong boys, grooms, and lackeys. But their pleasures |
Must be fulfill'd, and I attend with patience. |
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Enter, at a window above, the KING and BUTTS. |
Butts. I'll show your Grace the strangest sight,— |
K. Hen. What's that, Butts? |
Butts. I think your highness saw this many a day. |
K. Hen. Body o' me, where is it? |
Butts. There, my lord, |
The high promotion of his Grace of Canterbury; |
Who holds his state at door, 'mongst pursuivants, |
Pages, and footboys. |
K. Hen. 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 so much honesty among 'em,— |
At least, good manners,—as not thus to suffer |
A man of his place, and so near our favour, |
To dance attendance on their lordships' pleasures, |
And at the door too, like a post with packets. |
By holy Mary, Butts, there's knavery: |
Let 'em alone, and draw the curtain close; |
We shall hear more anon. [Exeunt above. |
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