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King Henry VIII: Act 5 Scene 2
Scene II Before the council-chamber. Pursuivants, Pages, &c. attending.
- [Enter CRANMER]
- CRANMER
- 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? Sure, you know me?
- [Enter Keeper]
- KEEPER
- Yes, my lord;
- But yet I cannot help you.
- CRANMER
- Why?
- [Enter DOCTOR BUTTS]
- KEEPER
- Your grace must wait till you be call'd for.
- CRANMER
- So.
- DOCTOR BUTTS
- [Aside] This is a piece of malice. I am glad
- I came this way so happily: the king
- Shall understand it presently.
- [Exit]
- CRANMER
- [Aside] 'Tis Butts,
- The king's physician: as he pass'd 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.
- [Enter the KING HENRY VIII and DOCTOR BUTTS at a window above]
- DOCTOR BUTTS
- I'll show your grace the strangest sight--
- KING HENRY VIII
- What's that, Butts?
- DOCTOR BUTTS
- I think your highness saw this many a day.
- KING HENRY VIII
- Body o' me, where is it?
- DOCTOR BUTTS
- There, my lord:
- The high promotion of his grace of Canterbury;
- Who holds his state at door, 'mongst pursuivants,
- Pages, and footboys.
- KING HENRY VIII
- 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]
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